Lesley was to come over at noon today. We would have at least three hours for a leisurely fuck, which I had promised her. The way things turned out, I left London yesterday in the early afternoon. The entire morning I packed things feverishly to make sure Lauren would not catch me here, in the odd event she decided to return from Ljubljana immediately, as well as that she found an early plane. Fortunately, I bumped into Lesley before I left. Her daughter was with her. I told her today’s deal was off. I added in a whisper that Lauren and I were finally splitting up. “Don’t say things like that,” Lesley said gravely under her breath, “I don’t want to be responsible for this thing between the two of you.” “Don’t worry,” I said stupidly. Perhaps I misunderstood her because we were trying to make sure her daughter would not hear us.