Susan Jenkins could not be bothered to meet her old friend Sarah Hawks. They had been best friends since primary school, but Sarah was dull. She dressed in identical old grey tracksuits, never went out, never lived dangerously, and never had exciting boyfriends. But Susan had not seen her for six months, so she felt saintly texting her to meet. She had suggested the Beano café on the high street and was surprised when Sar...

Sarah slipped into the front room, flicking the front door closed with the heel of her shoe. She was surprised but pleased to see Mark had left the dining room chair with the hairbrush on the seat, standing in the middle of the floor. This was a little code they had worked out together. If Mark needed his bottom warmed, he would leave it there, and if Sarah needed to warm Mark's bottom, she could do the same. What surpris...