In his silence he remembered. There was no fixed chronology. However hard he tried to impose some order, memories came at random. The last weeks, ten...years ago, twenty. He gave up struggling and allowed his mind to wander where it would. The party. He had first her met at the party. She had been eighteen. He called up images of that bright room, the dancing couples and the joyous music. Some spark had struck and quickly grown to flame. They danced extravagantly, eyes locked, oblivious of all. I’m sorry it happened. It won’t happen again.”Roberts weighed Rita’s response, wondering what she was doing. He looked over at Coral, whose eyes were cast down towards the floor as well. Like Rita, she was shuffling guiltily from one foot to the other, her breasts shifting provocatively beneath her nightie as well.“Hmm, I see,” Roberts said, rubbing his chin. “Coral, what do you have to say?”The girl gave a sniff, and it seemed to Roberts that this girl could swing emotionally from one end of. See what I do.’ Jo heard the phone scrape across the counter and the buttons being pressed. ‘What are you doing?’ Jo was suddenly free. Jesse, with the phone in the air, was more pressing to her father. ‘I’m calling the cops. What does it look like I’m doing,’ Jesse snapped as she put the phone to her ear. ‘Hello, yeah, there’s a fight in our living room…’ Her father yanked the phone out of her hand and hung up the phone. Jesse rolled her eyes, ‘Now, you know they’re coming.’ Jo turned to see. Do you want to have sex with Yvette again?”“Oh, yes,” said Sammy, aroused at the prospect.“Why don’t we do it now?” said Yvette. “Or would you prefer your aunt?”“Have sex with you while mummy is here?”“Why not, she’s drunk and has fallen asleep,” said Yvette. “She isn’t going to wake up. And anyway, what can she do?”“Who do you want?” asked Jasima, “me or Yvette?”“I want you both,” said Sammy.Jasima put her hand on his crotch and felt his penis grow hard. “That’s the best answer,” said Jasima.