Ellen and I didn’t often talk about sex – we didn’t need to, it was just something we did, which didn’t require much collusion or planning – but on that occasion, fuelled by 2 bottles of wine and the November edition of Cosmopolitan magazine, we broke our silence. I assumed that enough time had passed that, along with the Cosmopolitan magazine and the bottles of wine, the topic had been consigned to landfill. Mature sex I don’t know, but as Ellen tightened her grip on his wrist, and prevented him from pulling his hand off her chest, my heart began to flutter and skip. His sunkissed-colour puts him in stark contrast to Ellen, almost ghostly with her alabaster skin. She always looked good, of that I had no doubt but today she looked particularly beautiful: Ellen stands at about five feet and four inches tall when she is barefoot, and to look at her petite frame you’d be hard pressed to believe she wears a size 12.
