I asked for the glass of water, drank the water. Told her I will be leaving. She came near the door & closed & told stay for a while. I came over her ... told her no I have to leave. She was sandwich between the door & me & I was pressing her towards the door & she was pressing me. I could feel my cock… moving. I could feel her boobs touching me… her hip touching me; the current was flowing in me. I pressed more she did so… I just moved my lips to kiss her & she ducked her head… so I told I have. You are such a darling.’ Marin felt excited by the challenge. She could teach her nephew all about horses including riding them and perhaps even jumping in the sawdust ring, low jumps of course, and, um, child care. And then what? ‘I’ll send him to work with Rogan.’ As to be expected, Rogan turned negative. ‘If he’s been running with a gang he’s a fucking criminal, getting off by the skin of his teeth.’ ‘Well there are no gangs out here to recruit him so why beef?’ ‘Well what about you. Although she was never rude or dismissive of any of them she just didn’t really connect. Sara was much the same. They had met on their first day at secondary school. There was an unspoken ‘I don’t really fit in either ‘ and they had been friends ever since. ‘I haven’t done anything, but you’re right, I am different. It’s a long long story.’ Sara looked her friend over, scrutinising. ‘This is me you’re talking to. You’ve had low lights or something. Your hair, you’re wearing makeup..Oh my god. She left three weeks ago after a horrible fight with her father. She was not your typical abused teenager, her father had never taken advantage of her, or anything like that. She was just sick of all the fighting and yelling everyday in her house. ‘Are you hungry?’ I asked her. ‘Yes, but I am not one of those tramps that will fuck you for a cold slice of pizza.’ ‘How about for a hot slice of pizza?’ She looked at me like I just slapped her, but then I laughed her and told her I was only.