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The Closest Of Friends

The Closest Of Friends by Kilted Wookie
“Oh hell! Is that the time?” Fiona exclaimed, looking first at her watch and then at the clock on the wall. “Damn!”
“What time’s your bus?” Craig enquired.
Fiona laughed. “About ten minutes ago,” she replied with a resigned shrug. “Oh well, never mind. I guess I can have some more wine now and I can worry about a taxi when we’re finally too tired to keep talking.”
Craig shook his head. “No need wasting money on a taxi. It’ll take me two minutes to make up the bed in the spare room.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I am. What’s more, I’m sure you’ll be glad to know that my spare bed is a hell of a lot comfier than the couch you used to crash on at my old place.”
Fiona smiled. “Thanks,” she said, “And, actually, that old sofa wasn’t that uncomfortable. I’ve slept on a lot worse.”
Craig laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure you have. The tent at T in the park all those years ago does spring to mind for some reason.” Fiona smiled at the memory. “Now,” Craig continued…