It'd been 18 months since I fucked the man who had since dominated all my sexual fantasies. I'd given up hope of ever finding him again and I'd stopped picking up look-alikes in seedy bars. I'd been dating Jason, an accountant, for a couple of months and he'd recently proposed to me. I'd accepted his proposal and I'd just returned home from a shopping trip with my friends. I'd bought a dress to wear for the engagement party that Jason's parents were throwing for us the following weekend.

It was one of those scorching days in summer when it doesn't matter what you do, your hair and your clothes still...