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hell, I'm going to fall for this man aren't I?
    “Yes please Daniel.”
    Daniel picks up the phone next to the bed and dials room-service, as I appraise his tattooed buttocks.  Very nice.
    After an invigorating lunch in the nearby 'Pearce Hotel', apparently it's owned by the family, I return a little sore, completely satisfied, happy and smiling and tired back to the office.
    TC: “Thank you for lunch ” true bloody story.
    DP: ”Until next time” god I really hope so.
    Note to self, (and Pete), boys don't really care about Spiderman pants in a sexual emergency. Thank goodness.
    Deep breath again, and I spend the rest of the day with a smug smile on my face not really concentrating on my work. Like a teenager in love, get a grip Tharie.  I stash my new lingerie in my drawer, but I can't leave it there, it's got to be tried on again, so that's exactly what I do. I have quite literally never felt so sexy, that this man wants me .  It makes me appraise myself, and begin wondering about things I have never had to consider before, like underwear.
    My phone vibrates and right now I welcome a distraction.
    TC: “Hello honey” deep breaths, it's Pete, she'll tell me what to do won't she, it's her job after all.
    PF: “How did you leave it with him Tharie, is a relationship possible, or did you do something stupid and are now unsalvageable?” I didn't have hay in my hair if that's what you're driving at. (It was in my bra). Bloody hell.
    TC: “Pete..!” How could she possibly know?
    PF: “Tharie, what are you not telling me? I have a sense for these things, and let’s face it, you’ve not had a boyfriend in far too long, now, out with it !” She demands, and I can't say now, because somewhere in my head I’m a little ashamed I haven’t told her already.
    TC: “We're attracted to each other,” I tell her quietly, though not quietly enough and everyone stops what they're doing and looks over, I wave them off good humouredly and they all laugh.  Putting my hand over the receiver and whispering I tell her the truth. “He says he wants to fuck me !”
    PF: “Great!” She says, “ When? We need to plan your underwear.” what is she like?
    TC: “Pete!” I scold her again, “what are you like?”
    PF: “You can't sleep with that man with hay in your bra, or wearing your lucky Spiderman pants! Is what I’m saying.” I direct the reader to please see note above.
    I would have been insulted and said so without a second glance back, but she is right, I need help. Sliding my finger across my screen I end the call with Pete, and begin daydreaming which is not like me.  Not like me at all.
    Tea? Definitely.
     
     

 
     
     
    Later in chapter four, Monday : 21ndoctober2013, the end part.
     
    I call and sort my evening out, it must have skipped my mind at lunch somehow, I feel deeply disappointed that I won’t be seeing Daniel until tomorrow at work, but Pete is Pete and she must come first as always. That's after the horses of course. Oh, and the cats. So, third really .  Stop talking to yourself Tharie .
    It's late by the time I get home, handing my notice in turned out to be something of a peculiar drama. Strange I think to myself, if they'd made it clear how much they valued me in the first place I might never have found this new opportunity working with Daniel  but that's the way life is.  And feeling very good about my life I change, feed the cats, pull on my wellies and head out to the yard.
    George & Harry are galloping around their field again , its dark I can't see them, but I hear a thundering of hooves and snorting and puffing.  They are enjoying themselves, I just hope they don't lose a shoe!
    By the time their dinners are mixed and ready, they trot into the yard, in mild irritation, that the thing they were pretending to run away from had ceased causing them fake worry, and therefore shut down the mad moments.  Heads in buckets, they settle to eat.  I hear their shoes on the concrete floor of