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phone from Karl's hand.
    "And what have you been up to you naughty boy?" he said doing his best to sound like a puritan.
    "Ye'all are condemning yourselves to hellfire and eternal damnation," he drawled impersonating a preacher from one of the southern United States, complete with a ridiculous attempt at a southern American accent.
    Fulton smiled as he said. "You just wish it was you up here."
    "Not at all," Lewis replied. "Not that I wouldn't, mind you. But I prefer the ladies of a somewhat blonder persuasion rather than the brunette babes. I can't be doing with having to worry if they might have brains as well as looks. Besides I got that blonde's phone number and we're going to meet up tomorrow."
    Fulton heard Dylan say "Two minutes to go," in the background.
    When it got to eleven-fifty-nine the crowd started counting down from sixty. Others came out onto their own balconies in the surrounding blocks and chanted along with the countdown.
    They had reached thirty when Fulton turned to Francesca and said "You don't seem terribly excited."
    "I've seen plenty of new years," she said but when they reached ten she joined in with them all.
    The countdown reached zero with raucous cries of happy New Year all around. Lewis, Dylan and Karl crowded around and shouted down the phone at Fulton who shouted right back toasting them with his can. The blonde girl went over to Lewis and kissed him fully much to his friends' amusement. Francesca took Fulton by the waist of his trousers and pulled him inside. He blushed involuntarily when he heard whistles and cries of "Go on, son," before he flipped closed the cover of his mobile and severed the connection.
    Francesca drew him along and pushed him down into a plush settee. She twirled away and stopped on the other side of the room. She hit the play button on a stereo and an Irish woman's voice sounded from the speakers, it might have been something by the Corrs but Fulton wasn't sure. Francesca pirouetted back towards him. Leaning forwards she rested her hands on his knees and they kissed.
    Fulton put his arms around Francesca and pulled her on top of him. She clutched him with her own arms and with surprising strength, she dragged Fulton along with her and tumbled to the carpeted floor. Francesca moved her hands over his chest and pulled his shirt up out of his trousers to run her nails over his skin. She was lying on top of him and she pressed her body against his, gyrating erotically.
    They caressed and rolled around the carpet. Francesca had Fulton's shirt off in no time and licked around his pecks. Fulton had his own hands running over Francesca's shapely frame.
    "Do you work out?" Francesca ask ed between running her tongue over his muscles.
    Fulton struggled to keep enough of his breath from escaping in gasps to respond. "I do a few martial arts. Keep myself in shape and able to look after myself, you know."
    After a couple of minutes, with the two now smouldering, Francesca pushed herself up and gave Fulton a mischievous wink.
    "I'll be back in a second," she said heading for the bathroom.
    "I'm not going anywhere," Fulton replied breathless with passion.
    He watched her walking away and she wiggled her hips as she noticed him watching.
    Fulton pushed himself up and walked over towards the bathroom himself. He looked in on the bedroom. Saw pressed white sheets and matching curtains but little else. This matched the Spartan furnishings of the rest of her flat. The living room contained a pair of settees a small table and a stereo on a shelf next to some CD's. A modest television sat in one of the corners. There were no photographs, ornaments or other decorations around. There was none of the usual array of paraphernalia people used to turn a house into a home.
    Fulton looked across the hall and saw the bathroom door remained open. Inside Francesca stood with her head over a basin of water, splashing the liquid on her face washing away makeup. On the wall above the sink were the