If you come to my bed."I almost asked what 'fucking me' consisted ofI figured if I took her hand, she'd soon show meI took her handWell, you'd be terr...bly disappointed if I'd called a cab and gone home, wouldn't you? So she took my hand and led me into her room. Scented candles flickered. She tapped a Bose wave system into life, some seamy jazz emitted. The saxophone seemed ..rendolent of THOSE movies, you know. All big hair and blue eye shadow. Traci Lords.Her bed was large and black and. The lights dimmed and the curtain pulled back and the adverts began for local Tandoori etc, after several minutes the main film began. It was an adult film, I was a little shocked I did not know that these films were showing anymore, I did not recognise the actor she looked old and the stud was muscle bound he-man type. I considered leaving but before I could move, an older man sat next to me. He stared at the screen, took my hand, and placed it on his cock. He began moving my hand on his. " You ent wrong mate," he said thoughtfully, "Fucking hell if our lads know you wants a hook up the Pedo's ass and the other cunts think we gone soft you could do all right on Thursday." Thursday?" I asked."Polling day you pillock." he said.==================================================="Sandra," I says she got home from school around half three, "You know I joined the BNP." she looked shocked, "They think I got a chance of becoming a councillor." Oh Johnno, can you wangle me a council. When dusk spread her purple veil, and the temperatures dropped, the island revived with life. Even now, drifting in on the breeze, Constance could hear the distant strains of music and singing from the taverns by the wharf, from the field to the east of town where a festival was going on. In years past, she might have gone to the festival. Her father might have escorted her, or she and Rob and Enrique could have gone together. Dancing, laughing, eating too many spicy delicacies, coming home.