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things. To go.
    The kids are tucked up in bed. Think about using the ‘need to get to the supermarket’ line.
    She giggles. Too much wine and too much dope.
    The music’s loud. She dances on the tiled floor dressed like she’s at a work-out, moving like she needs a pole.
    â€œWhat?” I ask, making sure it’s not me she finds amusing.
    â€œThe soup.” She’s using the loud whisper again, like a cockney Marilyn Monroe. “You said no red meat.”
    â€œBecause I don’t eat it.”
    Her body moves close. She slips herself onto my lap and she’s practically weightless.
    Looking round, she seems to be checking whether there’s anyone else there. “I used beef stock.” Her laughter is irresistible. I note the fillings in her teeth.
    Anyone else, any other time, I’d have flipped.
    I pretend it doesn’t matter. Maybe it doesn’t.
    â€œAnd that’s red meat.” Whatever it is about getting one over on me, it’s giving her a kick. It’s what I should be giving her too, right up the arse.
    Instead, I lift my hand and wrap a finger in her hair.
    Quickly she bobs her head forward like a pigeon on the scrounge. Her lips touch mine. Make that mmwa noise and she pulls back, looking right into my eyes.
    We both lean this time. Lips meet. And she has me, hook, line and sinker.
    Time passes slowly like the world’s on hold.
    All we do is kiss and smoke, ask the same questions and leave the answers as they are.
    â€œAre you sure this is OK?”
    â€œDoesn’t it feel OK?”
    â€œIt’s wonderful, but don’t you think...?”
    â€œStop it with the words, my lips are getting cold.”
    Warming her lips becomes my favourite pastime.
    It’s not like the kisses I was expecting. I couldn’t have even imagined lips like this. They’re like apples when they’re chewed for so long they feel like blossom. They have the taste of strawberry balm and the moves of a close magician.
    I push up the vest. Reveal her breasts. I cup them neatly in my hands and there’s room to spare.
    â€œSo small,” she says, yet I can tell she’s proud. “You don’t mind them being so small, do you?”
    When I run my fingers lightly over her, she throws her head back and snorts.
    Her neck is long and white. At the sight I shake like milk. I find the nape and snuggle in.
    At music’s end, we listen for the kids. Not a peep.
    She leads me to the door and we lean against it.
    There’s more hunger this time. She nips me with her teeth. I nip back. For the first time, I feel myself sweat and lose control. My hand slips under the elastic waistband.
    â€œSee,” she smiles. “No knickers.”
    My fingers stroke and try to get their bearings.
    Before I know it she stops. Reaches down and slips the trousers off.
    â€œKeep your feet against the door.”
    I don’t give it a thought. Undo my belt and drop to the floor.
    I’m inside her and all’s well with the world.
    She moans a happy moan and I look to find her eyes, but they’ve disappeared. All that’s left are the whites and the reds and it seems like she’s gazing into a better place.
    The thought that it’s so good spurs me on. Makes me hot.
    I take a deep breath and try to prolong things, but to no avail.
    My stomach spasms like it’s been machine gunned.
    And somehow I kept my heels against the door from beginning to end.
    When the fuzz of pleasure clears, I give her hair a stroke.
    â€œI was so wrong about you,” she says.
    I do something with my eyebrows that’s supposed to show I’m puzzled.
    â€œI always thought you’d have a small willy.”

Vagrant
    Mike Arch is the only person I know who has more energy after a smoke than before.
    He’s rolled and passed on a spliff the size of a carrot and now he’s doling out the mushrooms. Six shares. Enough in each pile to set up a