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murderer? Fuck’s sake. He’s a fuck and, look at him, he’s probably done this lots . But oh my body opts out and in. Flesh scraping fear against the Do of my brain. So slice my fingertips on every railing to keep by him up the Camden Road.
    See not far, he says brushing round the hedge Just along, number five, with the broken gate. God! this is your house? I gasp. Floors high and white. Not mine, he laughs Where I rent a bedsit, up there, first floor. Have you lived here long? He mulls his keys Ten years, give or take. So since I was seven or eight. Jesus, don’t tell me you’re as young as that? Why? He shakes his head Never mind, then thumbs his fag end back down the cracked wild path.
    No hall lights, sorry, follow me. I follow up the stairs. Silverkey and Let me turn on a light first, just wait there. So I lull in a dark ocean of motely air as the traffic beyond here calms. Motorbike and lorry alike hold all I know about tonight. To do and then to be. Click and glow and It’s a mess but you might as well come in, he says. Choose him. Choose this, and now.
    Higher but smaller than Jesus what a state! Hence the suggestion of your place first – him down at the fake fire striking the gas – I wasn’t expecting to bring anyone home. Sink in the corner. Bay window jammed with desk. Books going topple. I pick by old letters, ash saucers, scripts, half-filled mugs. Give me your coat. His single bed. Dumped on the armchair where I could’ve myself but. Politeness is polite. I’ll just clear these plates. Goodbye dried mince. May the kissing go better for the Pinter beneath it. Will it? Orange peel on Valle-Inclán. What might have been a plaster on Howard Brenton stop it stopit . So   Let Love In? What? Do you like Nick Cave? I don’t know, I say. Well let’s find out. Dum. Devils tossed and his long coat slung. And I see it then, quiet tense in his mouth, how now’s getting past time for more. Come here. But the nerves make a faff of my own Actually it’s not that bad a room how much is it a month? About two hundred. That’s pretty good but    the way you treat your books. Bollocks to the books, he says touching my face. It is the first time we have and I go quick to the thrillpleasuredread. Terrible mouth though, keeps on saying Is it annoying    always having to bend to kiss    unless she’s as tall as you which I’m obviously not and. He is so tall he must bend a lot. But he does, saying No, then kissing me.
    Fright I. He holds to. The make of his lip, turning into my own, turn until I kiss back. I think he is smiling but means it the same. Kisses to bit breaths and touch of his tongue making fast me, does he notice? Doesn’t say or doesn’t care. Just amuses hismouth and flips all my blood over. So here’s how grown men kiss and this one knows how. I know it’s a fine kiss but gird for what follows as, in the depths of his curtain, some dying fly sings. Hear it go against the glass and. Put your bag down, he says stripping it, tossing it, kissing again. Gone fuck to forbearance. Mouth on my neck. Then deep with mine. Open. Working out something else like under his worn shirt his whole body is. And his skin is so live and likes being touched – even my barest morsel of palm on his stomach. My skin shifting too, if not quite there, scares to his search for a zip on my dress. There isn’t one either, he gets that quick. Instead ups the dress, up my thighs, past my tights. Up my back. Arms up, he says, pulling it off and I am I’m. Getting bare. Bra. My old bra, the red marks it makes and. Oh God I am blood thud at the hand on my breast. Beg off the moment he might want to look. Undoes his shirt though. Thanks reprieve. Shrugs it off and swings far with kissing. Lovely. But getting precise with his hands. My grey straps simple tugged down. Then where he slides one of mine so I Jesus! I eyes