Epilogue

"Get undressed."

"What?"

"Take your clothes off, Harry."

"Ruth, I..."

"You're wet. You'll catch pneumonia. You won't be able to save the PM, then you'll be unemployed, I'll be the only one earning a wage, you'll be grumpy and I'll have to put up with you pouting for the rest of the year."

"If you want to seduce me just say, you really don't have to go to such lengths with questionable excuses, Ruth."

"I want to seduce you, now please take your clothes off."

"Come here first" he said and hugged her as hard as he could.

"Get off," she said.

He let go.

"Thanks very much, Harry, now I'm wet, too."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Oh dear, better take your clothes off, you don't want to get pneumonia, Ruth."