• Prudence

    Prudence: Chapter 3h

    Holly sits on the closed toilet in a bathroom cubicle, her legs splayed, her hand slipping into her panties. She is soaked. Her breath splutters from her clenched lips; she grinds her teeth to stop the whine escaping her throat. She should find Marcus now. That would be the best option. Maybe he could smuggle her into the Men’s. Or perhaps they could go into the side alley outside. Or even grab a private room – well, if they exist. Anywhere. It would be a first. Something daring in a sex life that has become tempered. But thinking of Marcus is reflex, the way a partner must – by rights…