Our new neighbour, Ryan, was handsome and had a great physique—easily seen because he favoured T-shirts and shorts. His partner was blonde and otherwise mysterious, due to only being seen as she headed to, or returned from work.
Apart from living in the same small cul-de-sac, and working from home, I was to discover I had other things in common with the Adonis next door—cycling, an attractive partner, and curiosity.
My partner, Ashley, told me that she’d seen a woman in town who looked like Katrina, a girl she’d known in her teens. When I said that our new neighbour’s wife was called Katrina, a strange expression appeared on my wife’s face.
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