Bad Boy Jamie appears with his boyfriend and stands behind me. He secretly puts his hands down the back of my jeans. I am alarmed by the fact that he finds bum fluff that I never knew I had.

John is a stick with a skinny arse and looks like he might snap in two if I wanted to break him. He poked me gently in the stomach like it was something that could only be shared between us. 

Last night, I felt somebody squeeze the back of my leg, a delicate touch, but before I could turn around, they had gone. A figure walked away, never looking back, but I knew who it was. There was no name attached because in the only serious conversation I had, I forgot to ask his name. 

He put his arm on my shoulder and a shot of electricity ran through me. Bad Boy Jamie is the baddest of the bad, and he came in and put his arm around me, and everybody looked at me like I was doomed.