Dale awoke just after ten, rubbed his eyes, and got out of bed for a wee. His mouth felt horrendous after the previous day’s drinking and an "Oops I did it again incident". He swore never again would he let him stay over or give him a brojob — but, of course, he swore that every time. The lingering taste of cock was evidence he'd betrayed his oath to himself again. Dale made two coffees with his Nespresso machine and head...

Before I married at age twenty-five, I'd had a variety of relationships with men and women. I met my husband when we worked together as police officers but, by the time I’d reached thirty, our career paths had diverted. I was a Sergeant on patrol, still a uniformed officer, and Carl, six years my elder, was a Detective Inspector in CID. Our shift patterns were opposite and we passed like ships in the night. Slim and six f...