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breaker’s job. He stared into Joe’s face and smiled at him; his deep blue eyes seemingly full of gratitude and admiration. He watched Joe heave his bulk out of the chair, a flicker of repugnance crossed Michael’s features, to be quickly replaced by the dazzling smile he knew caused Joe so much happiness.
    Opening one of the drawers in his desk, Joe took out a small box. He walked around the desk and gave it to Michael.
    ‘Just a little token of my appreciation.’ Joe’s voice low and husky. Leaning against the desk he watched Michael’s face as he opened the box. When he heard the deep intake of breath, Joe relaxed. He would not rush the
    boy, he had to let him come to him.
    Michael stared at the tie pin glinting up from the red velvet lining. It was gold, in the shape of a large M, encrusted with diamonds. Looking up into Joe’s face, Michael felt a moment of terror at what he had to do. Then, seeing the softness in Joe’s eyes, he swallowed heavily. It was now or never.
    Placing his hand on the top of Joe’s thigh, he gently brushed his knuckles against the man’s groin. Joe stared down at the large, rough hand gently rubbing against him. Closing his eyes momentarily, he felt a rush of ecstasy pulsing through his body. He opened his eyes and stared down into Michael’s face. In the firelight, he looked like a dark angel. His blue eyes held an amber glow that caused Joe’s heart to somersault inside his breast.
    Dropping heavily on to his knees, he placed his hands on Michael’s thighs, rubbing and kneading them, his breath coming heavily. Watching him, Michael smiled to himself. He-thought Joe looked ridiculous, and noticed that he had a film of sweat above his lips which he licked at nervously.
    As he felt Joe begin rumbling with his trousers Michael stifled an urge to slam his fist into Joe’s head. He couldn’t go back now, not after all the planning and scheming of the last few months. Joe was his ticket out of Notting Hill, his passport into the world of real villainy. Gritting his teeth he lay back in the chair and forced himself to relax. Outside, in the muffled stillness of the snow, Michael heard a lone voice singing ‘Silent Night’. Looking down at the top of Joe’s balding pate, Michael listened to the haunting childish voice and could have cried. Sarah was basting the turkey when she heard Benjamin come in. The front door was slammed as loudly as possible, causing Sarah to wince. Putting the turkey back into the oven, she sat back in her chair. Benjamin stumbled into the kitchen, his hair and clothes still laden with snow. He grinned his wide toothless grin at her and made his way unsteadily across the room to her side.
    ‘Hello, Sarah, my darling!’
    As usual when drunk, he spoke to her as if she was at the other end of the street.
    ‘Will you keep your voice down! You’ll have all the bloody kids up!’ Benjamin stared down at his wife, blinking his eyes as he swayed unsteadily before her. The more he tried to concentrate, the more blurred she seemed to become. Finally seeing two Sarahs, he staggered into the seat vacated by Pat Johnstone not an hour ago. Lifting up one of his legs he broke wind loudly, causing Sarah to purse her lips. He sat in the chair smiling amiably at her, his clothes beginning to steam with the heat of the fire.
    Wordlessly she pulled herself from her chair and swiftly began making him some ham sandwiches. She looked at! the clock and noticed it was twenty-past one - everyone was in now except Michael. Placing the sandwiches on plate, she gave them to her husband. She was bone tired. She had been working since seven in the morning.
    Going through the scullery she pulled on an old coat and went out into the tiny back -garden. Squatting down she took a plate from the top of a large glass bowl. The snow had drifted up the sides and on to the plate. Carefully she wiped it clean. Then, touching the green mass inside the bowl softly, she smiled. The younger children