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No-one's listening, are they? - no? - good!)
At B's age, I was working in London. For quite a while, I had three boyfriends.
One fun/awful evening, I was on the train home with one of them, who thankfully was going off to meet a friend.
We got off the train one side of the station and unexpectedly, there in the car park was b/f no 2, offering me a night out. I cried off, saying I really should go home as Mum would have cooked my dinner, crossed over the bridge and there on the station forecourt was b/f no 3
I used the same excuse and jumped on the bus to get home
B/f no 2 was not so easily refused and phoned at home to ask when he could come and collect me so he won - that night