When Julie, my wife, and I decided to have a party in our apartment for all the other tenants in our block, our next door neighbour Onye was the life and soul of the party. He was friendly to everyone, including Julie who seemed to enjoy his cheeky innuendo and wandering hands.
"He was just flirting with me," she said, but i knew better. And after they both surreptitiously disappeared from the party I was suspicious and followed them into the kitchen where I was left in no doubt as to his intentions. And, of course, these were her intentions too, but ...
... no longer so surreptitious.
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