Her stomach lurches. She fancies him sooo much – she is powerless to resist. How can she possibly? She knows it’s wrong: he has a girlfriend – he lives with her, for goodness’ sake – and what they’re doing is unfair, cruel. She is not sure what he’s said to his girlfriend to wangle a night away and she doesn’t want to know. She would hate it if it was done to her – she has never seen herself as the kind of girl who would steal another woman’s man. She and Anna have always been most disapproving about women who do that, arguing through college and beyond that there are plenty of available men out there, that it is quite unnecessary to go for those already spoken for. But she has liked Simon since day one, and he is the one who initiated this whole thing. He is the one who blew her away with a clandestine kiss just a week ago, who asked if he could come back and stay at hers afterwards; he is the one who doubtless made unconvincing excuses when he returned home the next day. And it only took that single night to open this Pandora’s box of mutual passion, being together was far, far better than it should have been, were it only a one-night stand. Karen senses that he really likes her.