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shoulders and over his wolf-like face. He was a strong-willed and powerful young man, and in bed he was a wild and cheerful lover.
    With Irene Tarisa, herself a guitarist in a local band, he used his tongue without subtlety, pushing it far inside her vagina, up over her clitoris, down over her anus. He licked her pubic hair, grasped it between his teeth till it glistened with his saliva then licked her cunt again with the energy of an animal at an oasis.
    Irene Tarisa writhed, because this was pleasurable. She wrapped her legs round Mo’s head and sank her fingers into his hair, forcing his tongue even deeper inside her.
    Mo dragged himself free, grinned, and in a moment of understanding they reached for the beer at the side of the bed.
    Now Irene grinned, and, matching Mo’s energy, she plunged on to Mo’s cock and sucked it as hard as she could, holding it tightly in a hand that was covered with cheap rings set with skulls and screaming eagles.

    Mo’s pubic hair ran in a thick diamond far up his stomach and as Irene Tarisa sucked his cock she ran her fingers through this hair, twisting and pulling at it.
    After a while Mo, without speaking, sat up, pushed Irene down on her back and thrust himself on top of her. They fucked with energy, Irene digging her nails into Mo’s back and buttocks and Mo twisting his head and shoulders to suck and lick her breasts with the same fierce movements he had used between her legs.
    While they fucked Irene slid her right hand over her clitoris and rubbed it and in this way she made herself come. She did not make much noise but her left hand tightened on Mo’s shoulder so that her nails left deep impressions on his skin. Mo lifted Irene’s legs up over his shoulders, fucked briefly in this position then, without withdrawing his penis, turned her over, dragged her hips upwards till she was kneeling in front of him and fucked her even harder than before.
    Mo’s penis thrust extremely deeply inside Irene Tarisa. Though she would not come a second time, she enjoyed the feel of this, and smiled to herself, her face pressed into the pillow; this pillow, like everything else in Mo’s bedroom, was filthy.
    Mo, holding Irene’s hips so tightly that she was completely unable to move, came in a long and violent shudder. He collapsed sweating beside her, and they lay together briefly before reaching over for their beer. Irene fumbled around in the bedclothes, looking for her cigarette lighter.
    Mo was content. Unlike Aran, sex did not make him depressed, and unlike Elfish, he had no devious motives for participating in it.
    â€œElfish is plotting against you,” said Irene.
    Mo looked at her suspiciously.

    â€œHow do you mean?”
    Irene shrugged.
    â€œShe must be. She wrote ‘Queen Mab’ on her front door. You know she won’t give up the name for you.”
    Mo dismissed Elfish’s intentions as irrelevant, but his contentment was spoiled by the mention of her name.

ten
    STUNG BY SOME particularly biting criticism from Elfish concerning his failure ever actually to do anything, Aran returned to programing his computer game. Unfortunately he was still deeply depressed, so right from the beginning the game had a rather sombre tone, far removed from the optimistic action required by most game players.
    In the opening frame the main characters, trapped on a raft, were floating on a vast grey ocean towards the far horizon. They were debating as to whether or not the earth was flat. The point of this of course was that if the earth was indeed flat they would fall off the edge.
    Although Aran intended to populate the game with other important cultural characters, he started the game with a cast of four, these four being Botticelli, Cleopatra, Ben Jonson and Mick Ronson. As each of these characters was suffering from depression due to their dreams having departed upwards to the moon, the debate on the shape of the earth was desultory.
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