Nick Carrady. Nick Carrady Football Camps. Fitness and Skills development, run by a former AFL professional. So she didn’t imagine him. Somehow he’d rescued her from maudlin boredom in front of a slot machine and gotten her back to her hotel. She vaguely remembered something about him planning to make tea for her and her lying down, and not much after that. She was sure her imagination had added a few wistful details; he couldn’t be that good-looking, that tall, that well-built. Lots of people looked better after a few drinks. My god, I invited him into my bed, didn’t I? Or practically I did. What was I thinking? I have no tolerance for alcohol at all. She used to have a glass of wine before the “scenes” she’d do with Stu. Especially if he was in a foul mood. It helped stop her from screaming, and he punished her more when she screamed. But it wasn’t just the alcohol. I haven’t had any sort of sex since. And I miss it. I wanted some nice, safe vanilla sex, something to take the edge off.
