"I had a weird dream earlier," Rhonda said. "I was whipping you, and I had an orgasm in my sleep."

We'd never done this when we were together. Now my heart was pounding, my mouth suddenly dry.

A pause. "Did you want... ?" I murmured. Rhonda nodded and took my hand.

Almost one year ago, I stormed out of Rhonda's life, dropping my key in her letterbox. Now an unexpected invitation to lunch.

Rhonda's bedroom had changed. I undressed while she lowered the blind.

Afterwards, my pillow was wet with tears, but I saw my key on the bedside table.