Hi peeps. Thanks for the comments on the last chapter. A little rain must fall in everyone's world. It just so happens, Naomi and Emily live in Bristol; which gets way more than its fair share of showers!

Just to clear up one point. Someone asked (quite reasonably I thought) would Emily have been quite so sexually aggressive with that wake up shag, knowing she had such a huge guilty secret which might (and did) end their relationship? My clumsy story telling is to blame. In my head, I decided, stupidly that it would be clear that Naomi was in fact dreaming through the first part of the seduction. The things Emily said...the way she took charge and tormented Naomi with filthy suggestions? All in our blondes dreamy head. Actually, Emily was a lot gentler and less certain at first with Naomi. But by the time that Emily did get more assertive, Naomi had fully woken up from her erotic fantasy and had her lovers hands all over her, so she was well beyond caring! Got it? Hahaha

Anyway, that's all history now. Repairing the sort of fracture they've just had will be long and painful. I don't know about Naomi (well I do, I suppose), it will be a hard, hard road back. Trust...difficult to gain with our sassy blonde and all so easily lost.

"Everything is so...fragile...didn't you know that?"

I think we all remember that line from Emily's episode 4.02?

Boot? Meet the other foot.

So...we call in again on Heartache Avenue BS3 4LE (Look it up guys...its a relevant actual postcode!). It's been several weeks since...well since. Because nothing is going to be cured overnight. Let's visit Naomi first...yeah?

Naomi

"Hurry the fuck UP!" I yelled at the unimpressed and firmly closed bathroom door. The shower continued to run regardless and the occupant ignored me for the third time this morning. I paced the living room in my dressing gown and cursed myself yet again for breaking my cardinal rule. No randoms stay the night. Period. But last night I'd really gone for it after work...not for the first, or even twenty first time Vodka shots...lots of vodka shots, three lines of coke and I think some other substances I'd really rather not remember. I'm going to be late for work yet again this month and the Emily substitute in the bathroom is taking her fucking time getting out of my apartment and hopefully out of my life.

I should say that normally, I would be breaking the door down, but I owed this one. Not for the sex (I haven't had to resort to paying for it quite yet) but for dragging my pissed and stoned body home and putting me platonically to bed last night. No sex for Campbell N. Not last night anyway. I lost it big time instead.

This...Melanie?...Maddie...no Mandy, thats it...was a sturdy girl, if my hazy memory serves me right. Amazonian almost. Not usually my type at all. But she made a bee line for me after I staggered, flushed with another stonking line, into that club and, after even more alcohol that I should have abstained from, I was soon making lurid promises to her on the dance floor as she ground against me, cupping my boobs from behind and nuzzling my neck.

The spirit had been weak, but the libido was on fire. I wanted...well, I wanted the sort of oblivion sex, drugs and alcohol bring. It's my defence mechanism now. Work, pub, club, shag. Repeat.

I tried to remember her face...Asian? Yeah, thats it. Maybe Indian subcontinent. Taller than me...which is unusual...my normal tastes running to petite brunettes...fucking stop it Naomi. Anyway...she was or had been reasonably attractive. Good, firm tits, unrestricted by a bra too (I like the easy access) and very handsy with it. I like that too...or I do nowadays. No fucking about...drink, drugs and loveless sex, remember? She was well up for it, but unfortunately for moi, my consumption last night was extreme even for me.

I blame the fact that I saw...her...in one of the pubs I topped up in earlier. With her fucking twin sister, sitting in a booth, her face looking like she'd been dragged there by the ear. I left that place about a hundred miles an hour, not even finishing my first drink. I couldn't be in the same building as her. Not for a moment longer. I could feel my eyes filling with tears as she stared at me hopefully. She looked so.,..I dunno...broken. Whenever I thought about her, which was far too often for comfort, I always imagined bumping into her in town...probably with her new 'old' girlfriend in tow. Mini, Kelly and Annabelle, my few remaining friends, are sick and tired of accompanying me on every trip I make into the centre of Bristol. I'm so paranoid about walking into the Fitch Bitch (yeah, I know, childish) on my own that I have to be with someone. Just in case she's with that Sarah tart. First love indeed. I can't fucking compete with that. At least if I'm with someone else, even platonically, it won't make me look so billy no mates.

But of course, fate decided it would be when I was pissed and alone. I'd been supposed to meet Annabelle in that pub before clubbing it, but the bottle of wine and line of coke I'd done before I left my place had fucked with my timekeeping yet again. She'd already left for the club. I should have just looked around, seen Annabelle wasn't there and fucked off. Instead I got another drink, then I see two sets of brown eyes regarding me from the corner. Katies eyes were surprisingly not as challenging as I expected them to be. More sympathetic really, when I thought about it afterwards. But the look in Emily's eyes was way past sad. Wretched, I think you call it. I even caught myself feeling sorry for her, before I mentally slapped my face.

But then my legs were moving towards the doors even as I searched for somewhere to put down my undrunk glass of vodka. No way was I hanging about like a spare part, while the Fitch twins regarded my obvious personal misery. I flashed Emily a spiteful look, which made her duck her head, then left as quickly as my dignity would allow.

Hence the over indulgence at the club...and hence the tall brunette who was hogging my bathroom as I hopped from foot to foot on my carpet, desperate for a pee and a shower.

Finally...the door to my bathroom opened and this Mandy girl exited. Minus a towel...or anything else actually. Even in my 'desperate to pee' and annoyed state, I automatically gave her fit figure the once over. A big girl maybe...but in all the right places...and as my eyes moved down her tanned body, I saw she was completely smooth...down there. My stomach stopped complaining about holding my bladder closed and gave a little lurch of pleasure at how inviting that smooth, peach soft cleft looked. I looked back up just in time for the bitch to grin at me cheekily. Busted.

"Shame we don't have time for some...fun Naomi" she said softly..."I was definitely up for it last night...but you were well gone babe...but, what about later...after work maybe?"

I swallowed hard. I should have said no...but that body promised a lot of fun. Fun I needed at the moment. Mindless fun.

"Look...I have to go to work now...I'm late...but leave your number...I'll call you this afternoon, Mandy?"

Her face registered obvious shock that I remembered something as important as her name. Fuck I must have been right out of it when we got back here.

"Yeah sure" she beamed, brushing past my arm and giving me another twinge as those full breasts bounced against me delightfully. My tongue swiped my bottom lip. Fuck it...one more night won't hurt I thought, as I almost ran into the bathroom, closed the door and sat down, sighing in relief that at least one bodily function was being satisfied...

XXX

Two miles away...

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Emily.

God I hurt. Not physically...although the ache in my chest feels like I've had a heart attack. No...I hurt everywhere. My head, my breaking heart, even my stomach, which spasms every time I think of Nao...her.

Last night was beyond awful. I'd fought long and hard not to go out with Katie, but after two weeks of her nagging, telling me that although I'd been a stupid bitch, giving up a 'good thing' (yeah, think about that for a moment...Katie telling me I should still be with Nao...her) it was about time I got my shit together and got back out there, I surrendered.

I let her dress me up and apply way more makeup that I normally used. I felt like a store mannequin, being assembled for public consumption. I had no interest in what I looked like, certainly to other woman. Women is what's wrecked me after all. Two women. Her...and, well the other her.

Sarah that is.

I suppose I should admit that I took the new job after all. Not because I really had any enthusiasm about it any more. More because I wasn't sure, without a distraction (no, not that sort of distraction) I wouldn't have just holed up in my apartment, drunk my way through the whole drinks cabinet and been found dead a week later, surrounded by empty spirit bottles and take away containers.

Yes, I was that down. Leaving Naomi's that morning was like going to the gallows. Everything I had wished for had fallen in my lap up till then. New job, new girlfriend, new life. And I went and fucked it up. Not even by shagging someone...cheating, at least not physically. No, I gave up my brave new world for a myth, a memory, a phantom.

Because, as I quickly found out after I started at Amex...there is no chance of me and Sarah rekindling our relationship, even if those initial smouldering glances we shared promised it. There is one human sized stunningly attractive reason for that.

Georgina Roberts.

Beautiful (no, I mean really beautiful) Classy, expensively dressed, and to add to the mix, the senior vice president of this fucking division.

Oh, and Sarah's live in lover for the past 18 months. Not only was Sarah shagging someone way out of my league, but this gorgeous creature was besotted with my ex. I met her on my first day of proper work...and boy did she lay down a marker on their status? I think Sarah had been franker with Georgina about our past than I had with Naomi. Because I was given the whole 'she's mine...and staying mine' performance almost before I got my coat off. After that, I went back into my shell and kept my conversations with Sarah professional.

The first couple of days went OK. Sarah and I spoke when we needed to, swapped notes and ideas about how we were going to organise the territories and staff...just mundane business. I took comfort in the almost frantic pace of that first week. No time to dwell on my miserable private life. No time to obsessively check my mobile phone for calls of texts (a waste of time anyway, silence was my only caller) and no time to make a fool of myself by hanging around JI for a glimpse of Miss Campbell.

No...I worked hard, went home at 6 and ate a microwave meal I didn't taste. Drank a bottle of wine with the food and drifted off in front of the TV. Night after night. The oblivion the alcohol provided was merciful. And necessary. Because any thinking time reduced me to tears immediately.

But Katie was never gonna let me wallow forever. Last night was actually her second attempt to get me out again. The first ended with me dissolving into helpless sobs after I saw Naomi stagger out of a pub a few hundred metres down the street, holding onto some punkish skank with hair shaved on one side and a studded leather biker jacket. She didn't see us (or probably much else judging by her wobbling legs) but the girl she was with...and I reckon she was no more than 18...was pouring my ex into a taxi. I doubt a night of Scrabble and a bedtime cocoa was on either of their minds. Naomi's date was almost drooling over my ex's pert arse as she bent to get in behind her. It broke me, and I was fit for nothing more than the same sort of accompanied trip home...but with my sister Katie, who was definitely NOT interested in my anatomy in that way...

But last night was worse, even without the obvious pick up tart hanging off her. The look Naomi shot me would have burned off paint. Hatred, contempt and scorn. Boy that girl packs a visual punch.

She shot out of the pub like a bullet. After that look. Again, I couldn't go through with a night out with Katie, which obviously pissed her off mightily. I took a taxi home and Katie was left on the pavement staring after the cab. She just said one thing as I looked sadly out of the open window at her.

"Right...that's it...time to sort this shit out"

If I'd been myself, I would have realised that was Katie-speak for direct action.

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Naomi

Well...this morning is a lot more relaxed. For one thing, its Saturday, so no rush to get my house-guest out of the bedroom or bathroom. No dirty looks from my workmates either when I inevitably roll in 15 minutes late. Yesterday I got a proper bollocking from Tony Stonem. Typically, he didn't waste time on pleasantries. I guess now he knows I'd rather shag Arnold Schwarzenegger's great aunt than him, he's given up hoping to get into my knickers. I'm just that annoying dyke employee who comes in with a hangover from hell and bite marks on my neck. That employee...

"Right Naomi...lets get to the point" he said, leaning back in his chair. "Your work...when you're actually here that is...is fine. I have no complaints about your performance. But that's the problem...when you're here. Which lately has been always late and looking like you've spent the weekend at the Playboy mansion getting yourself wasted. It's got to stop. People are noticing and indiscipline is contagious. I'm not going to issue you with a written warning, because...well because you don't want the big guy upstairs on your case" (no I definitely didn't want that. The only person who's fucked my ex more times than I have) "but this is your last verbal warning. Whatever is going on in your private life...sort it out, OK?"

I nodded dumbly. He might be a total shit, but basically he was spot on. Drugs, alcohol and random shags had been my diet for weeks now. I knew it would catch up with me eventually. And to make it worse...it wasn't even working. However wasted and brutally screwed I got, I still woke up with her face in my mind and an ache in my heart. I always thought a broken heart was a lame metaphor...but apparently its true. Mine was torn into pieces. I'd let my guard down and Emily Fitch had taken my beating heart and crushed it in her small hands.

So this morning, after enduring a day yesterday worse than any I could remember, I was waking up semi sober. Just the half a bottle of red wine, a Chinese takeaway and...oh yeah.. a long, slow screw (just the one actually) with the girl I'd promised to call yesterday morning.

Well, I did. Mandy was lying beside me, with a faint smile on her face as she slept. I'd been right about the body. Long and statuesque maybe, but soft, curvy and very very receptive. We'd fucked for almost an hour after going to bed. Maybe her tongue wasn't as agile as...some. Maybe she didn't excite me as much with breathless cries and pleas as I licked her...maybe she wasn't..someone. But...

But she was sweet, willing and very enthusiastic. I came on her fingers easily enough. The lack of alcohol and drugs seemed to sharpen the sensations. Afterwards we just slept. No pesky 'love' to mess things up.

For the first time in weeks, I felt rested...almost content. My heart still ached when I thought of...her...but here, now? It seemed like I'd taken a step forward instead of back. Maybe this Mandy could help me heal my broken heart. Maybe after the drama of Emily Fitch and the endless stop start relationship...I could just have an uncomplicated affair with a single, baggage free lesbian who seemed to like me a lot.

Oh well...it was a nice dream while it lasted.

Lying there, wondering if it would be OK to wake my bed partner up with some soft caresses...after all, isn't that what Saturday mornings are for?...there was a loud hammering on my door. I groaned. I wasn't expecting any parcels or grocery deliveries...who the fuck bangs on your door at...I glanced at the bedside clock...8 am on Saturday morning?

Three guesses.

When I'd dragged on a robe and walked to the door, I peered through the spy hole before reaching for the security chain.

Fuck fuck...fuckety fuck.

Katie Fitch... Now what?

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Well..you'll just have to wait for the fireworks to begin. Katie at the door...Mandy in her bed...Naomi is in for a fun Saturday, huh?

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