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concentrated on watching the girl.
    And she was worth watching.
    She’d slumped forward across the desk like they all did, but now she was stirring, softly withdrawing two delicately glistening fingers from her sweet body. As the shiny pink lips clasped themselves wetly together, Groudle groaned to himself, and sprayed copiously up the wall.
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Chapter Two
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    When Susie left school it was inevitable that she’d do journalism and media studies, inevitable that she’d go to college, and even more inevitable that going to college would mean moving away from home. Her parents didn’t understand why; the college was only a few miles away. But her parents didn’t know how desperately she wanted to be free to spend whole nights – and days, come to that – as she pleased. She wanted a whole new world of opportunity where she knew her destiny as a top investigating journalist was awaiting her.
    In her final year she moved from a shared house into her own flat, an experiment which proved to be good and bad. Most of the time her easygoing and up-front nature, the very thing about her which made her sexual availability so blindingly obvious to the men around her, also made it easy for her to move on. She never took anything seriously and they all knew it; there was seldom any ill feeling when she spotted someone new or different and departed in pursuit of them. Like a butterfly dipping between exotic blooms, her wandering behaviour was completely natural and expected, and the men she left behind usually went back to normal life with a smile on their face. Only one or two made the mistake of reading more into her actions than a brief excitement, but in the past they had been easy to get rid of. Now she had a place of her own they were always trying to move in with her, obliging her to be uncharacteristically harsh with them. She didn’t like hurting their feelings, but they left her with no alternative.
    But she wasn’t going to go back to a shared house and give up the pleasures of her pretty little flat, which she adored. On the ground floor of a four-storey Victorian house in a leafy street, she was in a quiet neighbourhood but close to the city centre and all the action, and almost as close to college, in the opposite direction. By going home regularly, twice a week, to see her parents, she forestalled the possibility of surprise visits at the flat.
    High-ceilinged rooms, huge windows and imposing fireplaces gave the two-rooms-kitchen-and-a-bathroom layout a space and grandeur that Susie loved, and being here alone on winter evenings had been a private delight, usually followed by the more familiar kind of private delights. And it was while savouring these delights that she first discovered her new neighbour was a sexual athlete of incredible prowess.
    It was Sunday afternoon, just after three, and she’d just climbed from her bath, glowing with the sensuous heat of the oiled and perfumed water and with the deeper warmth that shaving her legs and her neat little pussy always created. And as usual, it was a heat she couldn’t ignore; neither could she see any reason why she should. So she lay on her bed, fingers idly stirring between her legs, wondering whether to carry on and let her fingernails rasp her little button into a frenzy, or push a couple of fingers inside and let their slippery thickness spread her apart and produced that deeper and long-lasting satisfaction that relaxed every muscle in her body. She’d just decided to do both, starting with a fingertip crescendo which she knew would leave her pussy aching for fulfilment, when her attention was caught by a very familiar noise, as the bed upstairs began thudding remorselessly into the floorboards.
    Thud! Thud! Thud!
    It was a regular pace, which meant only one thing. They were at it again! The bloke must be the fittest man in the city, probably the country.
    Thud! Thud! Thud! it went, getting faster as he got into