A new (and old) problem.

We had not talked about marriage, I'd assumed long term commitment, marriage some where in the picture but no big thing, as it turned out Ginia didn't want anything fancy, she'd had that last time so that's what it was, short, nice, sweet and lot of dirty sex to seal it. We'd love each other forever and it fitted real good.

I'd never asked Leigh or Ginia how Liz felt about Gin and me, I assumed it was a bit of an awkward question for all of us and so I dodged it completely. I guessed that Liz was probably making full advantage of her new life, and I really had no qualms one way or the other, good luck to her.

Well, that wasn't Liz's reality as it turns out.

The first indication that things may not be going as Liz had planned was a couple of talks that Randolph had with me with question's attached, had I talked to Liz lately? Had she talked about her new life? Was she comfortable with her life now? I told Randolph that I'd not seen Liz for about nine months and couldn't answer any of his questions, I told him I would find out as much as I could and let him know. Leigh seemed to know the most she thought Liz was a bit off, withdrawn a bit, but Leigh being Leigh she said she was just watching her Mum for now.

The next indication was a ring from Joe, he'd been invited to our wedding, one of the only outsider's to attend, and at first we thought he was gonna bring up the partnership thing but it wasn't that at all, Liz was frequenting Nightmoves again, that wasn't the problem, she wasn't even trying for pick-ups or getting picked-up, but the last week Joe had had to literally pour her into a cab she was 'blind-drunk pissed' he called it, “If you want my opinion Guys she on a one-way trip that she won't get out of easy.”

Ginia and I looked at each other and decided we couldn't ignore that, so together with Joe we decided we better do something about it, what, well fucked if I knew! So Gin got 'volunteered' to do some 'intel gathering'.

Long story short, - Guilt, Oh and horniness and guilt. The guilt part wouldn't let her get past the horniness part – who would of thunked that! I looked at Gin with incredulousness all over my face, “What the hell Gin, that's why she wanted to split, so what, she's feeling the guilt of her marriage, and its affecting her sex life?!”

“MIKE, so what's so hard to try and understand about THAT?!!” she spat at me.

I looked at Joe and he was back-peddling at a million miles an hour, doing this bloody Sicilian thing, you know, head buried into his body, shoulders hunched arms all expressive and his head moving to and fro, useless!

“OH, I just know I'm gonna regret asking this, .... so what do WE need to do about it?”

“Well for a start BUDDY-BOY, you can drop the attitude.”

“Hey look you two, I'd like to stay and chat, but you know, 'man about a dog' and all.”

I glared at Joe as the sell-out slunk past me towards the front door, I bloody hate Englishmen. Useless, bloody useless.

Two hours later she caught up with me, “Mike will you try and listen to what I want to ask you without getting all wound up and snitchy? Please, it's important. Liz is still important honey.”

“Yip, Ok, shoot.”

“Well.” Nothing more came out. I didn't bother to interrupt her thought's, it'd come back around. I hoped.

“Well ....... WELL! .....M, do you remember when we talked about us and Liz umm maybe having a light, umm, err, discipline session come threesomey thingamy?”