‘I’ll be very gentle it will be ok, you’ll like it, it will feel good’ he said back. ‘No, I really don’t want to, we should stop, I’ll s...ck your dick, but I don’t want you to fuck me’ I said back to him. ‘Look, your going to do what I say or I’ll tell everyone, remember that’ he spat back at me. ‘Ok, maybe just a little, but you have to be careful and go slow, ok?’ I said back. ‘He smiled at me ‘hang on, I’ll get something that will make it go in easier.’ He got up and went to his parent room. Now to me, lavender was associated with love. My grandmother used to always smell of it and I had loved her more than anyone in the world until she had died. It spoke of comfort, of warmth, and most importantly of empathy. As any well trained man will do, I started to look around me in a deliberately innocent matter hoping to determine the source. You know how it works, someone near me would cough, and I would use it as an 'excuse' to look casually in their direction, before shifting my gaze. “Just play the game. You'll figure it out quick enough.” She sat back down on the ball. “C'mon Paul, you're first. Somebody start timing soon as he gets to me.” Paul dove headlong the last couple of feet, trying to knock Sandy off the ball. With her hands holding the ball tightly, she pushed back a foot or two, just as a Paul reached her, keeping him from knocking her off balance. Paul sputtered to the surface on his knees in front of Sandy. With forty seconds to go, Paul said, “Remember, you. My job is to keep shit stirrers away. If you're genuine you've got nothing to worry about. What do you sell in the bookshop? Porn?''No, it isn't bloody porn. We sell antiquarian books.''Got you going, have I? I'd better not call it a second-hand bookshop, then. Look, I've got nothing against you. For all I know you're a diamond. Relax, forget I said anything. Sit back and have your drink. I'll put some music on.'I could see very little through the car's tinted windows, and he would not tell me.