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By Daniel Guy Christmas Morning. Lisa slips from Jake’s bed silently so she doesn’t wake him, and then creeps downstairs with her phone, to have a furtive chat with Claire from HQ. Returning twenty minutes later with a tray of coffee, juice and chocolates, she  climbs back into bed. He rouses, smiles, sits up. They kiss as lovers kiss.  Jake’s a happy man, in his big grey house, content to be exactly where he is, drinking coffee with his gorgeous girlfriend Lisa. She sits beside him wearing his red satin dressing gown and looking oh so beautiful with her long red curly hair and mischievous eyes. They exchange their presents, she gets a gold bracelet peppered with diamonds. She kisses him again, then nonchalantly fetches out a small box neatly wrapped in silver paper. She holds it up then lands it gently on his chest, like a toy helicopter. She watches him unwrap the gift and gaze quizzically at the little box inside. ‘The Kolla, what the fuck is this?’ She...

by Daniel Guy Rick sits out in the garden at the back of his girlfriend’s apartment, enjoying a late afternoon joint in the sun. He’s in his twenties, lean, good-looking, with long blond hair, a goofy smile, and this young man hasn’t a care in the world. That’s because for the past six months he’s been blissfully happy, living with his rich and beautiful Sicilian girlfriend called Frankie, who’s tall, olive skinned and very slim and loves him enough to keep him in her luxurious apartment. She earns more than enough as a model, so he doesn’t have to work, and can lounge around her flat, playing his guitar and sunbathing in the garden outside whenever he wants.  Last week he spent a week with her on her father’s luxury yacht, sailing around the Greek Islands and that was great, only he was a little nervous about her dad. The guy was a large and imposing man, with gold teeth and piercing eyes and Rick sensed he was not someone who’d take shit from anyone. During the trip, Rick ...