Serena’s hand visible trembled when Christian asked who it was she had met. She turned away from him, trying to hide any signs of her indiscretion. Now was her chance to come clean. She could tell Christian it was Nicholas, the man from where he worked, that she had met but she didn’t want to. Just meeting Nicholas in secret had been a new experience for Serena, she had never taken part in any subterfuge before and it had been frighteningly exhilarating. Serena had to admit that Nicholas’ little acts of mischief had also added a dramatic thrill to the occasion.<br/><br/>Taking a large gulp of wine Serena added to her fabricated tale. “Erm...It was Nic...Nikki...Nikki Devlin...I don’t think you have met her...She works in the homeless shelter group.”. Serena closed her eyes and hoped that her husband wouldn’t question her any further. Another large gulp of wine had Serena’s head starting to swim, she was not a big drinker. She decided to try and steer the conversation away from herself and asked Christian “It’s Saturday tomorrow, do you have anything planned?”.<br/><br/>Serena felt her cheeks flush as she asked the question.  The real motive behind it was to see if she would be free to meet Nicholas in the afternoon. On the journey home in the taxi she thought she had convinced herself she wouldn’t see Nicholas again, but now here she was planning her next clandestine rendezvous. She could feel her heart pounding and found herself willing her husband to give an answer that would allow her to continue the insane journey Nicholas had started her on.<br/>