We did it a few more times after that—sometimes in the toilets or in a car when I could borrow one. We even hid out again in the branch a couple of times when one or other of us was on call. Something made me reluctant to invite him back to my flat, and he never suggested his own place. Vic was fun to f**k and damned keen for me, which is always flattering. But then he started getting too keen. He wanted to see me all the time. I was having trouble shaking him off so that I could see other blokes, go other places. I expect that was what he wanted, actually. He wanted people in the branch to know about us, and so that’s when I had to tell him that there was no “us.”
I’d told other men in the past to back off. I mean, like I said, I’m no fan of monogamy at the best of times. It didn’t bothe
