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He wasn sexy enough to keep Vicki. He wasn good enough in bed. She was way out of his league. Hed tried to rationalise it, but he couldn get away from the feeling that a girl as attractive as that, wouldn come into his fotos gay life twice. When shed first agreed to go out with him, hed been so ecstatic, he hadn thought it could ever go wrong. He saw the ways they were perfectly matched, the strange little quirks were soooo attractive to him. He was blinded by her beauty, by the firmness of her body, the vibrancy of her laugh, and the dancing, knowing, sexy glint of every look she gave. Which was why he was standing, in the rain and the dark, on a drizzly evening by the Thames. With a spare ticket for the London Eye. Hed been fooled right up to the last moment. The moment when hed walked into their bedroom to find her grinding down on another guys cock. The guys surprised expression. And her languid turn, a calm and fotos gay haughty look that said "well, you didn think Id make fotos gay do with just your cock, did you?" And that final, cruel twist in the guts as he went to close the door on fotos gay her apartment, and heard her laugh. The huge wheel was turning so slowly that, from a distance, the glass pods didn seem to be moving. He noticed that half of them were empty. Londons drab, damp, clingy winter spelt death for most tourist attractions that depended on the weather. He could have had an open-topped tourist bus to himself fotos gay on the way over. Even the snap-happy Japanese tourists had opted out. No gaggles of excitable, chattering Italian schoolchildren, either. Just him, and a spare fotos gay ticket, and his so-called life fotos gay.

Okay fotos gay, the next fotos gay person to walk round the corner would get the ticket. It didn matter who it was. He or she couldn be worse company for him, than he would be for them. Hed avoided the mutual friends and regular haunts, because he fotos gay felt sure Vicki had someone with her, and a few lined up as well. She was, he realised, that kind of woman. So sure of her own worth and desirability she was careless of everyones feelings. Another best friend, another lover, another sucker, always around the corner. And she was right. She created her own prophecy. Hed done the sitting around, the fotos gay biscuit-eating marathons, the so-what-if-I-get fat fotos gay moments. This wasn exactly the road back, but it was enough for now. To be out fotos gay of the house, somewhere close to where other people were. No point in getting too ambitious, too quickly. Laura walked fotos gay around the corner wrestling with an umbrella. It had turned inside out with a sudden fotos gay gust of wind and, as the cool drizzle hit her face, she lost her temper with it and threw it against a concrete pillar. "Fucking bastard!" She screamed it to no-one in particular. But a slim, slightly built guy whod been approaching her, backed off with a startled look on his face. "Oh shit fotos gay, sorry. I didn mean you, I meant the fucking fotos gay umbrella fotos gay." She smiled by way of apology. A crooked smile, accompanied by an almost sheepish look. He seemed to relax a little, but his body language as he approached was more of the I-can-run-if-I-need-to variety. "Erm, I was going to offer you my spare ticket on the Eye........Got stood up, see." She thought carefully as she bit her lip. London was full of nutters. Hell, shed thrown one out of her house just today. The little shit. Stealing money from her as she slept. But then, the pod was as public as you could get. And she hadn been up there yet. And it was raining. And...... Why the fuck not? It was free. She reached out and grabbed the proffered ticket. She looked at it carefully, then realised she wouldn know a real one from a fake one anyway. If the guy at the fotos gay booth said it was fake, shed blame this guy, and run.