[Read Juggling Balls from the start]
‘Sorry,’ Mandy said as Martin tried to wipe the hot coffee from his jeans with a towel. ‘I just don’t know how that happened.’
‘It’s all right,’ Martin said. ‘But I think I’ll have to go and change these trousers.’
Mandy knelt down in front of him to mop up the steaming pool of coffee on the floor. ‘I’ll make some more coffee for you when I’ve done this.’
‘All right.’ Martin felt the soaking jeans steaming wetly against his leg as he shuffled out of the kitchen, trying not to think about the way Mandy was just kneeling in front of him. His trousers were already tight, hot and damp enough as it was without having those kind of thoughts.