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Viva Jones

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Copyright 2012 Viva Jones

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The sun was just beginning to set as Glenn climbed inside the tent. It was more spacious than he’d been expecting, and felt solid enough to withstand a windy night on the fells or teeming rain on the moors. Glenn loved nothing better than the great outdoors. Food tasted better when cooked on an open gas stove, he never slept more soundly than after a strenuous day of hiking in the hills, and there was nothing more exhilarating than waking up to a sunrise, and the promise of a long day out in the wilds. He wasn’t sure that Janine would share his sentiments, though. A city girl, her idea of the countryside was a short-cut through Hyde Park, she’d rarely strayed beyond the M25 and her favourite walks were along Portobello Market and the King’s Road.

But what she lacked in the open air department, Janine more than made up for in the mind-boggling, life-changing, totally inventive sex department, an unexpected development in Glenn’s life that meant he’d barely had the energy to take the rubbish out these days, let alone consider an afternoon on Snowdon. To say that Glenn hadn’t had much luck with girls before now was like suggesting that the local darts team had struggled to climb Mount Everest (failing, actually, to get beyond the bars in Kathmandu). Until Janine, girls had been mysterious creatures, aloof and untouchable with an icy veneer, gently mocking of his intentions and utterly impenetrable. The two minor sexual excursions of his life to date – one at university, another with a temporary receptionist at the accounts firm where he worked – had followed pretty much the same, depressing route: a minute of heady lust, followed by five minutes’ damp humiliation.