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"It's not really Grant's fault although I suppose he has to take some of the blame. It's just the way I've been feeling lately, and Sally's death: well, that put the cap on it." I felt tears welling up, and dabbed my eyes with a handkerchief.

Suddenly I felt Sam's arm around my shoulder, and he pulled me toward him. I didn't resist; I needed to feel someone close comforting me. Sam was very understanding and we sat and talked. It seemed easier talking to a stranger. He had no side to take, and I was enjoying the feeling of his arm around me. I was a girl who enjoyed being cuddled.

As we talked, I felt Sam move closer. His face was brushing my hair as he spoke softly and comfortingly to me. His hand had moved down from my shoulder and was around me under my arm, and his fingers were just brushing the swell of my breast.

"I think we ought to get back inside," he said reluctantly. "Someone will be missing us."

I turned towards him and smiled. "Thanks for listening, Sam. I feel somewhat better now I've spoken with someone," and then on an impulse I leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips, and my heart leapt as I felt him respond. We broke away and he stood up. He took my hand and helped me up from the seat, and walked me back into the party.

That night, with Grant snoring beside me, I lay in the darkness and remembered the feel of Sam's lips on mine and the excitement I had felt. Maybe this was what I needed to get me out of my mood: an affair. I had never considered it before, never thought of being unfaithful to Grant, but what the hell, I needed someone or something to look forward to.

The following week was Sally's funeral, and many of my old school and university friends turned up. It was a very sad affair: someone so young to be cut off in their prime, but at least it was nice to meet everyone again.

On Friday Grant came home to say he was going away for a few days next week, a conference in Birmingham. He asked if I would like to join him, but I didn't think it was my scene so I wished him well, and told him to enjoy himself.

On Monday morning I dropped Grant off at the station and took the car into town for a spot of retail therapy to cheer myself up. I had a good morning shopping, and was just having lunch when I received a call on my mobile. I was most surprised when I discovered it was Sam Widdason.

"Hi, Sam. Is there a problem?" I thought for a moment that maybe Grant had forgotten something.

"No, nothing like that, but I was wondering as you are going to be on your own for the next few days if you would like to go out for a meal this evening."

I felt my heart miss a beat, and I was a little taken aback. I didn't reply straight away.

"You still there?" he asked.

"Yes, Sam, sorry. I was just thinking. Yes, that might be nice."

As soon as I had said it I couldn't believe what I had done: agreed to go out with another man while Grant was away, but what is wrong with that? We were friends, and it was only a meal.

"Give me your address. I'll pick you up at seven."

"Oh, err, okay." I stuttered slightly, but I gave him the address and directions.

"See you later then," he said. "I'm looking forward to us meeting again," and the line went dead.

I looked at the phone for a moment, then slipped it back into my bag. I was already feeling guilty, but the prospect of a night out with a good looking guy like Sam was something to look forward to, and that was what I had decided. I needed something to look forward too, a change in direction.

I finished my lunch, and then rang my hairdresser. Thankfully she could fit me in. I was feeling like a young girl on her first date, and it was a strangely exciting feeling--the naughtiness of it.

The door bell rang dead on seven. I glanced at myself in the full length mirror. I had on my little black number with the fitted bodice and flared skirt. It had thin spaghetti straps, and I was wearing a little bolero jacket to cover my shoulders.

Sam smiled when I opened the door to him. "You look wonderful. You ready to go?"

I picked up my bag and locked the door, and then followed him down to the car. A sleek red Ferrari was pulled into the curb. He held open the door for me, and I slid with some difficulty into the low seat. Not a very elegant thing to do in a skirt, but I noticed Sam didn't look away as I displayed rather a lot more leg that I meant to.

"Nice car," I commented as we pulled away and I was pushed back into the soft leather seats as the powerful motor accelerated the car. "One of the perks of the senior management's bonus scheme," he said with a grin. "I hope you like Italian meals as well as cars. I've booked us a table at Sartoria's."