I grabbed the bag and got the hell out of there as fast as I could.

As I stepped back into the arcade, I realised that there had been a smell in Tisha's shop. It was subtle, pleasant and I didn't notice it until my nose met the contrast of the fresh air outside. It was that same clear air that made my head stop spinning around the taste of the woman on my Lips. I quickly wiped away that taste with the back of my hand and made quickly for the bus stop.

I know, wolfsbane. Not exactly a very scientific treatment, but it was the most frequently-mentioned cure I could find in amidst all those books. Besides, I was operating on a theory that the person I Loved the most was going to turn into a wolf in just under a month. I was open to new ideas.

I got home shortly after five o'clock and quickly hit the shower before my mind started to wander to thoughts of Jenny again. If her invitation was any indication then I had a hell of a lot to be excited about.

Waiting until seven o'clock was going to be a nightmare. I tried to keep occupied by watching some TV but it's difficult to concentrate when you know you have the girl of your dreams waiting for you. At ten minutes to the hour I practically bolted out of my house like a bat out of hell.

Jenny's house was in walking distance, and I had a hard time not running through the streets like a lunatic in my freshly-pressed trousers and my old blue button-up cotton shirt. I'd remembered the bag for her, of course, with a Little something else in there for good measure. Once I arrived near Jenny's house I opened the bag and removed the single red rose I'd plucked from my dad‘s garden.

I turned the corner onto her street and was quickly punched in the gut.

Well ok, I wasn't literally punched in the gut but in truth I'd probably have preferred that option.

Stuart Davis's motorcycle was resting on the sidewalk outside Jenny's house. He wasn't on it. My insides suddenly felt like a very small black hole had taken up residency as I walked toward her front door. I reached up and knocked three times, waited, and only heard silence from the other side.

The images of them together upstairs running through my mind right about then were making me feel slightly nauseous. Jenny wasn't the type to cheat. My rational mind was screaming that fact at me. My irrational mind, however, was having a field day spinning up images of them on her bed and reminding me that Jenny definitely hadn't been herself recently.

I considered leaving them to it, thinking about the inevitable catastrophe if I started knocking the door down. I'd probably find

Jenny at the door, flushed and sweaty in her dressing gown whilst looking at me with those I-did-something-bad eyes of hers. That look usually meant it was time to get her out of trouble but I didn't think my mind could take the sight of her.

Then I heard the door lock turn shut and the key slip from the handle.

It was a noise that brought me out of my thoughts and puzzled me. You might guess I should have taken the hint and left, they'd locked me out. They'd even taken the time to sneak into the kitchen out of sight of the windows to quietly Lock the door. They obviously didn't want to be disturbed. The problem was that since I'd known Jenny for so long,

I'd had a key to her house for the past five years. Jenny knew I had a key. If she didn't want me to come in, then why the hell did she lock the door and take the key out of the lock?

I'd barely formed the question in my mind before I'd reached into my pocket and grabbed my keys, Jenny's was easy enough to find. I quickly slipped it into the door, twisted, and stepped inside the house. I saw

Stuart's back as he'd been returning to the living room after thinking he'd locked me out. My sudden appearance made him turn around. He was fully dressed, almost, I saw his jeans were unfastened and his cock was swinging freely. The shock of seeing me foil his attempt at keeping me out soon shifted to blind anger.

He charged right at me, taking me off balance as his body slammed right into my ribcage and smacked me up against the large fridge behind me

The impact took the wind out of my lungs and I instinctively sharply hefted my knee upward into Stuart's gut. The man sprang upright from where he'd shoulder-tackled me and the side of his face soon met my fist sending him staggering backwards a step

My problem was that I still couldn't breathe. His first attack had taken me completely off guard and my Lungs burned for air. As it turns out, the middle of a fight isn't the best place to catch a breather.