They sat talking for half a hour before July left. As July walked back down the towpath she saw 16 year old John another gang member he had his hands ...nside his tracksuit trousers, July went up to him said ” you fucking wanking off” John smiled and replied not yet but I got a hard on” July looked and saw the tent in his trackies smiled and said ” get the fucking thing out” to her surprise John did as she said ” July looked at the 7 inch solid dick” then said ” go on wank it” John said ” no. If you don’t flaunt your boobs and pussy, my litle man would sleep peacefully” I retorted. She laughed.When we reached home, kids and Rabbit were already having food,serving themselves.We joined them. It was like any regular family lunch.Kids talking about school,mother enquiring about grades. Father admonishing them for not putting serious efforts in Maths.After kids left,Vijaya told about next day’s programme and her decision not to provoke me. Rabbit nodded in approval. True to her word, she. Renée and Nadia stepped up and all of us were touching and holding each other."This feels so good." Like home." Like family." Like this is how it should feel."All of us agreed that it was good and none of us wanted to let go. I don't know how long we stayed there holding each other, but it was as if time ceased to exist and we could always be together.I felt a multitude of emotions sweep through us: happiness, love, joy, sensuality, lust, loss, hunger, eagerness, depression, and fear. Each held. I want one!” Polly laughed.“Well let’s finish these drinks and go and get one. I fancy a quick shag then out on the town,” Michele beamed.The girls clinked their glasses together in agreement.It was early evening when the girls went down to the main bar under the Chevron Hotel which the Aussie sailors referred to as ‘The Shitfight’. It was a nice enough bar, very large and modern in comparison to the pubs the girls were used to in the UK but it was rowdy; packed with sailors, local identities,.