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saw the couple by the tree were now frantically kissing, Ginger bending down to reach Siv’s lips, their hands manically exploring each other under the layers of clothes. Aurelia couldn’t help but be fascinated as she observed their animated fumblings, half shocked and half envious, knowing from the yearning look she had seen in his eyes that he would have much preferred if Aurelia had been willing to go with him instead.
    She wondered what he was thinking as his hand briefly delved under Siv’s shorts before she peremptorily nudged him away without breaking off their embrace.
    Aurelia felt as if she should look away, but her curiosity was getting the better of her. The reflections of the strings of multicoloured bulbs on the line of poles illuminating the nearby fun fair trickled through the tree branches when the now quietened breeze abated, offering her a clearer view before the darkness washed over the couple again. For a rapid moment, she glimpsed a flash of white skin. Surely Siv hadn’t lowered her shorts, as she had done in the ghost train tent? Not here, in almost full public view.
    There was a faint sound to her left and, alerted, Aurelia swung round. Some distance away, someone was urinating against the back of one of the long trailers. Her heart jumped as she recognised the familiar sound. Then the shadow moved away in the opposite direction, unaware of her presence or that of Siv and Ginger.
    She turned her attention back to her friend. The light shifted and she caught a clearer view of the couple. It wasn’t Siv’s white buttocks on view but Ginger’s. His jeans were bunched around his ankles. His arse was firm and muscular. Evidently he did not spend all of his time stuck behind a desk at the fun fair. And Siv was on her knees in front of him, her small hands resting gently on his thighs and her head moving up and down in perpetual motion.
    Aurelia held her breath.
    But also held her gaze.
    It was one thing listening to Siv’s lurid stories about the shape and taste of the men she had been with, but another thing altogether watching her in action, the slow, deliberate way she moved her lips up and down his shaft and the way that he clenched his fists in an obvious attempt to maintain his control. Aurelia’s throat tightened.
    A cloud slid across the half-full moon and for a second or so the couple were caught in a natural spotlight. At the same moment, Ginger turned his head slightly in Aurelia’s direction and his eyes met hers. Aurelia blushed as he saw her watching them. ‘I wish it were you,’ she felt he might be trying to say to her. Then new clouds wrapped themselves across the moon and her view was once again obscured. She looked down to the ground, her heart beating like a drum inside her.
    From the corner of her eye she saw Siv rise to her feet and move towards her, Ginger following, fastening his belt as he walked.
    ‘There you are,’ Siv called to Aurelia.
    Ginger cleared his throat, searching for some way to change the subject and alleviate his embarrassment.
    ‘I can take you to another place,’ he said. ‘Strictly speaking it’s just for the workers. But no one will complain about you two, especially as you’re with me.’
    Siv’s attention was immediately roused at the mention of another location that they weren’t allowed into.
    ‘Shouldn’t we be going?’ asked Aurelia. ‘What about your parents?’
    ‘We can tell them there was a hold-up on the Tube, or something. Just a little longer,’ she pleaded.
    They agreed and Ginger set off, his red hair glinting in the moonlight, with Siv at his side and Aurelia following behind.
    Aurelia observed the two of them together. Ginger was quite tall and seemed particularly so in contrast with Siv. They made an odd couple. Although, she realised, so did she and Siv in the eyes of others.
    The tent that Ginger took them to was much smaller than the main bar, which had been set up for the punters. The interior was completely decked