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disappeared. He got dressed and walked outside. His pride had been mortally wounded. Well at least that's what he thought at the time.
     
    As he walked back across the road to get his car and drive back to work, he realised that unlike last time they hadn’t made any arrangement to meet again. He was about to turn around and go back, but something stopped him. Pride, ego or whatever it was he had had enough for one day.
     
    He got into his car and drove back to work. His mood was totally the opposite, of what it had been after Monday, at the Wilson’s house. How could it have been so beautiful, but ended so badly.

 
    Chapter 10 George and Mildred.
     
     
    His mood wasn’t changing. Each day he was becoming more and more depressed. Surely it had meant something to Alice. It had certainly meant something to him. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. That magic moment on the balcony at the Wilson’s house, when time stood still and the cries of pleasure as Alice climaxed. It was all so fresh in his mind, as he went over and over it, again and again. Yes it just had to have meant something to her also. It did didn’t it, didn’t it?
     
    A week went by but there had been no sign of her power walking. Every day he scanned the street as he drove to and from work. He even changed his departure and arrival time, to when there would be the most likely chance of seeing her. But still no Alice. Come to think of it, there had been no sign of young Susie either. It was as if they had both somehow disappeared off the face of the planet.
     
    He was becoming less and less interested at work. Both Maria and Rebecca had noticed. What was happening to him? He wasn’t eating well and starting to drink more and more at home each night. From two glasses to three then half a bottle. Sometimes even more.
     
    Audry was on to him. “You’re drinking far too much Hon,” she continually reminded him. God he was starting to hate that word Hon, it was really starting to grate on him.
     
    His mood towards Alice changed constantly. One moment he would be thinking of their passionate love making and her cries of ecstasy and the next that last cruel thing she had said to him
     
    “That's your problem isn’t it.”
     
    It certainly was his problem.
     
    He found he just couldn’t face the clients and manipulate them like he used to. He was passing more and more of his work over to Maria. What on earth was happening to him? Maria came into his office and sat in his visitor’s chair.
     
    “John what's eating you, you’re just not yourself lately?”
     
    He would love to have told her but he couldn’t. Maria was in her early 30’s and reasonably attractive. She dyed her hair jet black; to give her what she thought was the “smart real estate agent look”. He liked Maria a lot. She was a bit of a tough cookie, but you needed that in real estate. Her Italian heritage showed in her facial features and her legs, which were rather large around the calves, like a lot of Italian women.
     
    They had had a bit of a thing last Christmas. Well a bit of a fumble in the dark really. Everyone else had left and Maria had stayed back to help him clear up. Having had a few drinks, he had grabbed her up against the wall and had a bit of a pash and a grope. Although she had rather large breasts, he had found them to be a bit soft for his liking. Not at all firm and hard like Alice. Anyway, both he and Maria found there was not really a lot of passion between them, after all. It had not gone any further and neither of them had ever mentioned it again. They both pretended it had never happened.
     
    “I've had a few things on my mind Maria, but nothing serious,” he lied,
     
    “Just give me a bit of space at the moment. It will all work out soon.”
     
    This was saying don’t touch Maria and she knew to leave him alone.
     
    The days drifted on but still no sign of Alice or Susie.
     
    What had Alice done to him? He woke around 2 am one night and