A weekend getaway seemed to be the perfect solution to their problems. Cathy and Andrew had been going through a tough time and if something wasn’t done, the young couple could easily have ended up on the divorce statistics. Scarborough was an easy decision, too. The local seaside resort was easy to get to and filled with good hotels and the sweet sea air that they enjoyed on their honeymoon. It would be the perfect getaway. They were sure that a few days away from the pressures of work would do them a world of good.

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“What on Earth happened here?” Mark asked as he walked into the living room and saw the floor strewn with autumnal leaves.

“Yes, sorry.” Helen shook her head. She was on her knees in the middle of the living room, orange and red leaves sprouting from her fisted hands. “I picked them all up at the park for school tomorrow, but the black bag burst and well, you can see what happened.”

“Need a hand?”

“Oh, yes please, love.” Helen grinned as her husband hung up his coat.

“What are you going to do with all these at school, then?” Mark asked as he grabbed a handful of crinkly leaves.

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“Oh come on, honey,” I coax, “you know you want to.”

“I look bloody stupid,” my rather disgruntled husband mumbles from deep within the depths of his white, fluffy and very false beard. “And this itches.”

“Oh, come on Aidan. I promised Katherine we’d go. We don’t have to stay long.”

I get down on my knees between his thighs, the voluminous red velvet pants rubbing against my bare arms quite deliciously. I look up into his eyes and I give him the look. We all know the look I mean, don’t we? The “pretty please” look.

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