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tantrums and sulking – it was pretty bloody unreasonable of her not to sleep with me, after all. But why did I have to do it
then
?
    I ran after her, shouting, ‘Sorry – please don’t go, don’t go!’
    But it was too late. She pulled her arm away from me and shouted, ‘Just fuck off!’
    I froze. I was furious. Shouting at me like that. Right in the middle of the street! I could see people looking.
    Listen – no one tells me to fuck off.
    ‘Fuck you too!’ I yelled. I stood on the pavement watching her, furious with her and furious with myself too. I mean, all right, she won’t shag but she’ll do almost anything else. Almost anything else isn’t shagging, but it isn’t bad and now I wasn’t even getting that. I’m such a dick! I just can’t help it. She drives me mad. I just want – you know. I just want to do it with her so much.
    As he walked sadly back home alone, Dino distracted himself by imagining that a mighty power-beam grew out of each of his temples, destroying everything they touched. All that lay behind his step was crushed by his passing. Trees, houses, lampposts, even small hills were all reduced to trash or broken neatly off where the beam struck them. If he stood on tiptoe, he could peer over the devastation. The world below his nose was a tangled mass of rubble and destruction.
    He’d been doing this as he walked along ever since he was about six. It was very childish, but it passed the time and since no one in the world knew about it, who cared?
    Slowly, he turned in a circle and cut a kilometre-wide circle in the surrounding houses. Rising up on tiptoes, he peered over the allotment fence tangled with ivy, over the cabbages and beans and the brown earth on this blue afternoon to where his own house stood, miraculously preserved amid the devastation. The house stared back out of the window on the second floor and said, ‘You think it’s gonna be fun? Do ya? Do ya?’
    As he approached the front door Dino failed to notice the strange car, which had in any case been parked up the road as a precaution. He walked straight up to the door and just as he was about to put the key in the lock, he looked sideways and caught a beautiful view of his mum in a clinch with a man through the bay window. They were kissing passionately. Her blouse was open. She was wearing a red bra which hung loosely off her breasts. The man was slowly hitching her skirt up from behind.
    ‘More accessible,’ whispered Dino to himself.
    He watched in slow motion as the skirt hitched up right above her bum and the man’s hand began to ease its way down the back of her tights. Then, before they turned their heads and saw him he fell on the spot to his knees, bruising them painfully on the hard plastic shoe scraper. He suppressed a howl of agony into a choked grunt. He glanced behind him to make sure no one was watching from the street. Right in front of the window! How could they? The neighbours! But in fact they were behind the wall; it was only from his position by the front door that they could be seen. As he crouched, Dino realised that he hadn’t looked at the man’s face at all. All he had noticed was his mum’s mouth moving hungrily on the strange lips. There had been a moustache, he felt. Somehow, the fact that his mum had been getting another man’s facial hair in her mouth made it even worse.
    Dino scuttled rapidly backwards so he could get out of sight, stood back up and walked boldly up to the door again, this time staring straight ahead as he noisily put his key in the hole and opened it up. He ignored the alarmed scurrying sounds from the front room and walked through to the kitchen to get a drink. He flung his bag on the floor with a thud.
    ‘Who’s that?’ called his mother in a surprised voice from the front room.
    ‘Mum?’ said Dino, also in a surprised voice. ‘It’s me.’
    ‘What are you doing home?’ she asked. Her voice sounded heavy. Dino had a vision of her standing there doing her