It wasn't far now. At least I was out of Barton, and getting free ofthat place had removed the pall that was hanging over me. As long as Iwasn't in th...re I could be myself; keep my thoughts in order.I took another drag of the fag and then flicked it out of the window.There wasn't a way across to my house. I had to wait until I reachedthe big Asda roundabout just before Dairystoke and the edge of town. Imade a U-turn and headed back up the Banbury Way until I got there,jerking up on the curb too. "Stop!"Oh, shit, no, Steve! Marie got up from on top of me. You can't do this to me. I released a groan. I could feel my tits tightening like they were shrivelling up. My crotch was wet and itching. I slid a hand straight into my skirt and reached for my love button."Leave her to satisfy herself, Marie. You come over here and satisfy me."Watching Marie blow Steve kicked me right over the edge. I came in convulsions and couldn't stop for as long as I could see her head and hand bobbing. A pond of you, on my belly.***** Almost, we danced away. Almost. But then the world began collapsing into the ordinary. A dimroom, the hour before dawn, the wet pool just below my navel still warmagainst my skin. I lie here in the moonlight, watching the muslincurtain dancing in the breeze. Wondering what has happened to me.No one to ask.Alone, I am alone. Arms crossed over my chest, I hug a too-familiarflat plane of skin and rib, lock my ankles tensely, press my legs tighttogether. Rigid flesh. “A what?” her voice dripped with disgust. Terri repeated himself, his hand still in his pockets, “An atheist.” He shrugged as he said this and after a brief moment her face slowly reverted to its normal, happy – and condescending – smile. “Ohhh, okay. I'm sorry, it's just a bit rare. Especially at a Catholic school...” He began to explain himself but, by the virtue of Lady Fortune herself, the soup kitchen appeared from the next corner and a small welcoming party cut the conversation short..