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passed my test, don’t worry.’
    â€˜Yes, but, the insurance . . .’
    â€˜Live a little, will you? I won’t speed and I won’t hit anything, promise. Then, afterwards, you can have a nice leisurely coffee and head back as late as you like, or in the morning if you prefer.’
    I gave him another wink. He swallowed and nodded, reduced from wicked seducer to quivering jelly in seconds. I reached out to take the keys from his limp fingers. He let me, and I went outside as he settled the bill. I hadn’t lied. I had passed my test, at seventeen, first time of asking. OK, so that had been in a FordFiesta and I hadn’t driven since, but how hard could it be?
    It wasn’t hard at all, it was wonderful. By the time he came out I had more or less figured out the controls, successfully turning the lights on and only managed to spray water over the windscreen once. He began to give me instructions the moment he got in, but I ignored him, pulling out onto the road and putting my foot down. I was doing seventy in a few seconds, and revelling in the sheer power at my disposal, also the fact that he was clutching the seat with both hands while desperately trying to act nonchalant.
    All it needed was the right music, but his 70s rock at least had pace, and helped keep me on a high all the way back to London. Getting down to the East End was less fun, and even more terrifying for him, but I made it without incident and parked the car outside the gate to All Angels graveyard. I seated myself on the bonnet, twirling the keys around one finger as he got out, looking none too happy, also puzzled. I was ripe for mischief, feeling alive and in control, in my element and well out of his. He looked around, more than a little uneasy.
    â€˜Angela, where are you taking me? I thought we were going to have coffee at your flat. Why are we stopping here, at the cemetery?’
    â€˜Surely you like a frisson of danger, Stephen? It’s the thought of the dead all around me that really makes me come alive. What could be more vital than being among those who’ve gone before, knowing we have this one brief moment, for lust?’
    I took him by the neck of his jumper, pulling him in as I trailed off, to kiss him hard on the mouth. For a moment he resisted, his eyes flicking up and down theempty street, but his instincts quickly took over, his mouth opening under mine as he took me into his arms, one hand cupping my bottom. I wriggled away and broke the kiss, laughing as I pulled him after me, towards the gate. He gave a last wistful look at his car and followed, between the high pillars with their stone griffins staring down at us and into the dimness of the yew alley beyond.
    His lust got the better of him as the darkness closed around us, his hand cupping on my bottom to pull me close. I let him grope, and kiss me again, but steered him firmly on, pushing between two thick yews to where Eliza Dobson’s tomb lay completely screened from the road. His face showed for a moment, dull orange in the faint glow of a far-away streetlight, then disappeared as I pushed him back against the hard stone of the tomb. I caught his voice as I fumbled for his crotch.
    â€˜Angela! Not here, not on somebody’s . . . ah . . .’
    The sigh came as my hand closed on the bulge in his trousers. He was as big as I’d hoped, and hard, his cock a rigid bar beneath the material of his trousers, straining to be let free. As I began to squeeze him he gave in, allowing me to push him over on the flat stone surface, to ease his zip down, to pull his erection free as I began to feel the outrage of the mad old bat on whose tomb we were about to have sex.
    I climbed on, mounting him, his cock now hard against the crotch of my tights, pressed right on my hot spot. All I needed to do was rub and I would come, then and there, but that was not enough. I rode him, making him moan deep in his throat as I wriggled my pussy and bottom