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watch. Mark was the bait for that night. He was fifteen but looked about twelve and a half. He was the classic choirboy type, blond hair cut into a pageboy style and big blue eyes. But as I was soon to learn, looks can be deceptive - that boy was as hard as nails.
    Trev disappeared and reappeared ten minutes later.
    'It's looking real cool,' he said. 'I think there's a chance of some big business tonight.'
    'Right,' said Mick, 'let's go.'
    Mark went ahead and set himself up at the front of King's Cross Station, leaning against one of the metal posts that hold up the canopy. Mick, Alan and me sat on the floor by the main entrance doors.
    'So that we can keep an eye on him,' said Mick.
    The others went through a side entrance in York Way and cut through the station to an exit near the taxi rank on the other side. They then cut a right and disappeared into the tiny side-streets behind the station.
    We watched Mark for what seemed like ages before someone approached him. The man talked to him for a few seconds and then walked off. Mark mouthed something to Mick, chuckled and went back to his business.
    'No sweat,' he said. 'He wanted to know if Mark  wanted to buy anything.'
    Like what?' I said.
    'Drugs,' said Mick.
    'Oh, is there much here then?'
    Too fucking much,' said Mick and added, 'sometimes these blokes can be fucking dangerous, so you've gotta be very careful. Anyway, if you ever need any of that shit let me know, I can get it far cheaper than they can and a lot better quality.'
    'I'll go along with that,' said Alan with a grin.
    A few short minutes later someone else stopped to talk to Mark. Mark put his hand in his pocket as he spoke to the man.
    'This is it,' said Mick. 'We've got one, come on chaps.'
    We got up and walked slowly through the station and round to the back where the others were waiting.
    Alan explained that the signal for catching a live one was to put your right hand in your trouser pocket when talking to him, that way everyone could see and could get ready for action.
    We all crouched down behind a wall and waited.
    I heard Mark arrive and through a break in the wall saw him lead the bloke into a doorway. Mick whispered to me to stay put no matter what happens and then got himself ready to move.
    The man unzipped his fly exposing his very ready penis, and at that moment Mick screamed Go! and everyone except me jumped over the wall and piled into the doorway. I swear that bloke literally shat himself, I have honestly never seen anyone as scared as that in my entire life. He threw himself into the corner and rolled up into a ball.

    Fucking perv, fucking perv!'_shouted Wivva as he kicked out at the guy's head, the others were just kicking and punching anything of him that was showing.
    He went quiet. Mick pulled everyone off and went through his pockets, checked his neck for chains and ripped off his watch.
    I came out from behind the wall, I was shaking like a leaf. I looked at the bloke on the floor and felt sick.
    Mick hissed at me, 'Kick him, he's just like your old man, kick the slag.'
    Suddenly all I could see was a picture of my old man in front of my eyes. All of the anger and fear that I had felt when he was around welled up inside me as I looked down at this creep now lying curled up in the corner of the doorway. I kicked him hard between his legs from behind. He moaned. I kicked him again and again, tears from years of pent-up anger and frustration flooding down my face as I screamed obscenities at him. Mick grabbed me from behind, Pete and Den took hold of my arms and we ran.
    Up by the old gas holders, along Goods Way to York Way, through Wharfdale Road to the Caledonian Road and back down to Max's.
    We were high. Not one of us had taken anything, no drugs, no booze, nothing, yet we were all higher than I had ever thought it possible to be.
    'Burger and chips all round lads?' asked Max as we danced in.
    Too right,' chorused Mick, Trev and Mark as we moved to our corner and sat down. We