"I love you. I love you. I miss you. I want to see you now.
   Are there any planes operating this time of night?" she cried.

  "I love you too but what's the hurry?
   It costs a fortune for impromptu bookings.
   Look, you've been drinking. Enjoy the night. I'll be thinking of you.
   We'll see each other in a few weeks anyhow."

  "I don't want to wait a few weeks.
   I don't want to lose you. I've been really stupid.
   Please don't be angry."

  "Angry with what?"

She had been drinking and met up with a stranger she fancied and
before she knew it they were having sex behind some bushes.
And the condom broke.

Three months of plastic sex, 
we'd only just had a *week* back to normality again,
and then this had to happen.
As she was taking it worse than me, I kept calm and assured her that 
while I *was* angry, I wasn't angry with *her*. 
I said I would cope for another three months.
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