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you forget about yesterday? he asked, lightly kicking the ground.
    â€”No. Look, I’m so sorry. I had a family thing that came up suddenly. I should have got your phone number, I’m sorry, really, Raz.
    â€”That’s okay, I thought maybe I scared you off, he said, but not with the confidence the statement should carry.
    â€”No. I wasn’t scared. I was kind of looking forward to it, actually, Sonja said.
    â€”Yeah? Raz squinted a smile at Sonja. What class ya got now?
    â€”Maths.
    â€”I got commerce. I’m thinkin’ of waggin’ but, Raz said.
    â€”What are you going to do then?
    â€”Dunno. Maybe go down Brownthistle Park, hang out for a bit.
    â€”Oh, Sonja said. She wasn’t sure if Brownthistle sounded any more exciting than maths class, but being with Raz was certainly more enticing. It was a strange request, but then everything here seemed a bit strange. And girls did seem to suddenly get boyfriends within the space of a class. This could quite likely be how it happened. Mind if I come?
    â€”’Course not. I was hoping you would.
    Brownthistle Park lay in a gully between Rooty Hill and Mt Druitt. There was the skeleton of a children’s adventure playground, and an open stormwater drain running through it. There was also an amenities shed, burnt-out, but still squatting firmly on its foundations.
    Raz and Sonja sat on the slat bench outside the shed. The black and grey bricks and the blue sky above made it seem like this was a real experience, like she was doing something that would awaken her to the Aussie way of life. She was glad she’d ditched maths.
    â€”I like your hair, Raz said, and touched it with sweaty fingers.
    â€”Thank you, she replied. But it was a compliment she’d never expected.
    Raz took out a packet of Stradbroke Blues and offered Sonja one.
    â€”No thanks. I don’t smoke. Thanks though, she said.
    He lit one and touched her thigh. Sonja thought she felt a tremble in his touch, but then, it could have been her.
    â€”I like your legs.
    â€”Thanks, she said and looked at him. She liked it, and would kiss him if he got rid of the cigarette.
    Raz blew out blue smoke and leant in to kiss Sonja. Their front teeth clashed, but so did their lips. Sonja kissed back. She’d never kissed before. She moved in closer to him. His body made her feel like getting closer. It wasn’t like the feeling she got from those pictures she saw last year; she wanted to feel, not see. She wanted to be too close to see. Raz tossed the cigarette and pulled Sonja onto his lap, facing him. They kissed. She rubbed her vagina on him. It was too much. The kissing, the being inside each other’s mouths. Raz touched the top of her thighs, under her panties. He tried to pull them off, but it was impossible in this position.
    â€”Stand up, he said.
    She stood. She was dizzy, but smiled at him. He moved her up against the shed wall and pulled down her panties. They kissed. Raz lifted up Sonja’s school skirt and looked at her. He whispered something she didn’t catch and undid his school trousers and dropped his undies. He held his penis. Sonja looked at it. It was like a junior version of the one in the pictures — she suddenly remembered a junior scale guitar a friend of hers had had back in Russia. He held it up to her vagina and rubbed it on her lips. She opened her legs slightly. Raz groaned and her vagina lips felt warm and something tickled the inside of her thigh.
    â€”Aah. Shit. Fuck. Did you come? he asked.
    â€”Um. I don’t know? she said.
    â€”I thought you were coming too.
    Sonja didn’t answer. She looked at the semen running over her knee. She would’ve liked to have kissed and touched some more, but the sudden coldness of the semen told her it was over. She pulled up her panties as Raz had already done up his pants and grabbed his bag.
    â€”Listen, I gotta go, he said.
    Surprisingly, there was toilet paper