The Second Stage of Grief

He was buff, the guy Amy had pencilled in for her holiday fling, but clueless at playing the game.

She finally lost her patience one night and pressed fast forward.

"What's the sodding problem? Never seen a girl naked before?"

He stretched for the most precise answer. "No. Not quite," he finally murmured, weeping soundlessly into Amy's hands.

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