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to stay trim at least.
    “It’ll come, sweetie. I know you have it in you. They don’t hand out awards to just anyone, you know.”
    John kept his one and only award on a shelf over the tv . The Pen and Dagger Award for Best First Novel. Attached to a plaque were a set of silver handcuffs. John often joked about putting his agent in them and demanding a bigger cut on foreign rights.
    “I know the story’s there,” he said, stroking Lucy’s hand. “I wish I could turn it on and off though.”
    I know exactly how you feel , Lucy thought.
    A sly hook of her finger and the sash fell completely loose, and her gown opened, revealing her sexy red underwear. The exposure, knowing that she was showing John her all, made her skin tingle. Already her nipples started to grow stiff. Hopefully her husband would notice and give them some much needed attention.
    She imagined his eager lips sucking in a mouthful, probing the nipple with his tongue, digging his teeth into the skin. She’d reach down and free him from his jeans and stroke him stiff.
    Come on, John , she thought. Turn around.
    With him sitting, Lucy thought he might smell her lust and she stepped closer, bringing her sex close to his face. Perhaps , she wondered, crotchless panties might have been the way to go…
    John sighe d and sat back. “I don’t know…”
    “Then give it a rest,” suggested Lucy. “Have an early night.” She licked her lips. “Come to bed.”
    She reached up with her hand ran a fingertip across the firm nub that poked against the cup of her expensive new bra. She shivered in response to her own touch.
    Come on, John.
    “I…I’d better not. I promised I’d have this new novel at least halfway done by the end of the week.”
    He still hasn’t even looked at me . Releasing John’s shoulder, she quickly pulled her gown closed and tied the sash.
    “Hey hun…” said John, a playful tone creeping into his voice. “If you really wanted to help me out…”
    Lucy smiled and raised an eyebrow. Naughty John! He’d known all along.
    “Oh yeah?” she said, matching his tease. “What is it you need help with?”
    “If you could make that coffee? I can at least crack this chapter out.” He sighed again and returned to tapping the keys. “Looks like I won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”
    ***
    “So what happened then?” Alice picked up her glass of Chardonnay and took a sip.
    The café was quiet around them, with a bored-looking waitress struggling to stay awake behind the counter of cakes and biscuits. After last night’s non-event, Lucy had needed cheering up. No one could do that like Alice and her mad exploits. After a quick phone call, they’d met down at The Hub, and sat in the window of The Harbour Bistro, half a bottle of wine already gone between them.
    “Well,” said Lucy, “John gets in such intense mood s when it comes to his writing. I’ve always wanted a…how can I put this… taste of that passion…”
    Alice wiggled her eyebrows and flashed her mischievous grin. “Go on.”
    “So I let my gown fall to the floor and pulled his chair back. He was surprised and a bit annoyed at first, until he saw what I was wearing! But I didn’t want to get in the way of his beloved novel. I was on my hands and knees in seconds, halfway under the desk. I was amazed he could continue to write around my head, the way it was pumping up and down.”
    Alice laughed. “Fuck, you did that?”
    The smile fell from Lucy’s face. “No. Would have liked to though. I just went to bed.” She shrugged. “Read a bit and watched a Downton.”
    Alice finished what remained in her glass and reached for the bottle. “Probably for the best though, eh? If you’d missed any and he’d cum all over his keyboard, he would have been pissed .”
    They looked in each other’s eyes and burst out laughing.
    Alice poured herself a wine and topped up Lucy’s without having to ask. They’d both caught taxis into town. This was going to be an all