Outside her bedroom window the bells of the church called out to the diminished congregation. It seemed sacriligeous somehow that, while the floral skirted spinsters sashayed into the chapel, she should be lying here wrapped in his arms. Jayne wasn't religious at all despite her most formative years spent eagerly attending that little Methodist chapel. At school she had always excelled at Religious Studies., but life and it's course in cynicism had cured her of all that.

She nuzzled deeper into his arms drinking in the smell of sensual sweat, knowing that in a few short hours he would be gone for the rest of the week. She silently berated herself for her sadness. It was never a good idea to get emotionally attached t