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Theywereapproachingawoodenbench,andthemomentheseteyesonit,itseemedtoRichardthatthatbenchwasoneofthemostdesirableobjectshehadeverseen."Canwesitdown?"heasked."Justforaminute."
Sheshrugged.Theysatdownatoppositeendsofthebench."OnFriday,"saidRichard,"IwaswithoneofthefinestinvestmentanalystfirmsinLondon."
"What’sainvestmentan’athing?"
"Itwasmyjob."
Shenodded,satisfied."Right.And...?"
"Justremindingmyself,really.Yesterday...itwaslikeIdidn’texistanymore,toanybodyuphere."
"That’s‘cosyoudon’t,"explainedAnaesthesia.Alate-nightcouple,whohadbeenslowlywalkingalongtheEmbankmenttowardthem,holdinghands,satdowninthemiddleofthebench,betweenRichardandAnaesthesia,andcommencedtokisseachother,passionately."Excuseme,"saidRichardtothem.Themanhadhishandinsidethewoman’ssweaterandwasmovingitaroundenthusiastically,alonetravelerdiscoveringanunexploredcontinent."Iwantmylifeback,"Richardtoldthecouple.
"Iloveyou,"saidthemantothewoman.
"Butyourwife—"shesaid,lickingthesideofhisface.
"Fuckher,"saidtheman.
"Don’wannaf**kher,"saidthewoman,andshegiggled,drunkenly."Wannaf**kyou..."Sheputahandonhiscrotchandgiggledsomemore.
