The Winterfood Diaries

The Winterfood Diaries

Thursday, 26 April 1990

Real Real Real

Today, Amy and I are so much closer for having made love, but we’ve agreed to stay just friends.  She says she thinks Fergie and I actually look good together and doesn’t get jealous about me liking Lilith MacMillan.

This morning, we had a few more sex games together and then I went into Tech and sat talking with Lilith for ages.  Across the Common Room, Fergie smiled at me continuously.  I smiled back.  I eventually spoke with her – very briefly – but little came of it, although she told me that I’m her favourite man and she really cares about me.  Mickey came in and as she sat with him, talking, she still did a lot of smiling over at me.  I smiled back.

This evening, Lilith MacMillan came home with me and I like to think we had good fun.  We had chats and music and cuddled a bit, but nothing more. 

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