"Sandra Pullman?" asked a Cockney voice belonging to the young (and really bloody gorgeous, if I may say so) police officer in front of me.

"I'm Gerry Standing, I'm investigating your ex boyfriend, Mark Bedford – he's accused of assaulting two of his ex girlfriends, as I'm sure you know."

Bloody hell, what did he say? Mark, girls, assault. Right, engage brain.

I nodded, unable to speak.

"Now, did he ever assault any girls that you knew of?"

I shook my head "No, he tried to hit me a few times, but I managed to hold him off, sort of."

"Sort of?" he raised his eyebrows. God, he was gorgeous. Shame he was older than me. Well, not that much older... it wouldn't be out of the question, would it?

"Yeah, err, I sort of kicked him and ran off, never saw him again after that." I replied, blushing.

He smiled, instantly making me have to stop myself from giggling. Christ, I hadn't behaved like this since I was about 13!

"Right, do you know Lily Redford?" he asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"The name rings a bell; I probably met her at a party or something."

"Alice Bailey?"

I nodded "I knew her, yeah, we were friends."

"Do you know he... well, Mark assaulted her. She was left with broken ribs and a badly bruised face."

I nodded again "But she said she'd fallen, nothing about Mark."

"Right, well, I don't think there's anything else to ask you at the moment. I might have to either pop round to your house or ask you to come back in for questioning, is that okay?" he asked.

You can come round any time you want, I thought to myself as I nodded, smiling.

"Right, do you want me to walk you home love?"

I nodded, suppressing a grin.

"C'mon then." He got up, walking round to me. He was even more gorgeous up close, I noted in my mind.

"So what do you do?" he asked me as we walked down the street.

"I left school last year, I'm 19." I smiled.

"Oh yeah, what do you want to do?"

"Don't know really." I smiled "I suppose I'll take what comes along, won't I?"

He laughed "Yeah, I thought that as well, look what 'appened to me!"

"Oh, can't be that bad then." I smiled, not being even bothering to be vaguely subtle with the pout of my lips. "So how about you, what's your life like?"

"Ah, pretty borin' if I'm honest, girls and football."

I raised my eyebrows "In what order?" I asked.

"It varies." He smiled.

"Which is it today?"

"Never you mind." He replied, grinning.

"This is my flat." I nodded to the second floor of the house. "Do you want a cuppa?"

"Don't mind if I do." He followed me up the steps and through my front door.

"Well, I suppose this is it then. You'd better get back to work, hadn't you?" I smirked

"Suppose I 'ad." He said grudgingly

"Will I see you again?" I asked suddenly

He smiled at me, and then said "Yeah. I expect you will."

"I look forward to it."

"Same 'ere." He walked towards the door, me following.

"Bye then." I said as he opened the door. He caught my hand – it could have been by accident or on purpose, but it gave me a spark shooting up my arm.

"See you around." I smiled, closing the door behind him.

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