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going there was no stopping them.
    Aware that he was becoming aroused by his own thoughts he decided to change the subject. 'Why do you hate your parents?' he asked softly.
    'I don't!' she protested. 'I think you do.'
    'I certainly don't hate Simon. He's a bit weak and can't control Stephanie but basically he's all right.'
    'You do hate Stephanie?'
    'Let's say we don't get on too well.' Her voice was tight, her eyes suddenly filled with pain.
    'Why's that?'
    She remembered that terrible scene when she was seven years old. The hatred that had burst from the previously loving Stephanie. The realisation that her life until then had been based on a lie, and the knowledge that although she'd been chosen she wasn't really loved. 'I don't think that's any of your business,' she said abruptly.
    Toby lost interest. His erection had subsided and he could safely get up from the table. Conversation was no longer important. 'How about coming back to my place? It isn't exactly palatial but it's O.K. We'll have coffee and play some music. What do you say?'
    She wasn't stupid. She knew that if she went back with him there might be coffee and music, but she'd also be expected to jump into his bed and she didn't want to. Not yet; perhaps later on, but not now. 'No thanks, Toby. I'd better get home.'
    He wasn't expecting a refusal, not even from an upper class virgin who'd never seen his series. Normally his dark good looks were enough, and he’d thought that things were going well.…He was annoyed, but clever enough not to let it show. 'Some other time then?'
    'Yes, definitely some other time.'
    'Always providing you're allowed to see me again.'
    'I shan't ask their permission.' Despite her bravado she knew they could stop her if they found out.
    'How about coming to a Boxing Day party with me? It doesn't start until nine and should go on all night. I could pick you up at seven and we'll have a few drinks first.'
    Lisa thought quickly. He was outstandingly attractive and quite obviously experienced. She probably wouldn't find a better person to initiate her into all the secret delights that the girls at school talked about so endlessly. She was also flattered that he'd chosen her.
    Unaware of quite how jaded and consequently perverted Toby Walker was becoming, she decided that he would be perfect for her first lover; and the fact that at last someone really seemed to like her made the decision all the more inevitable. 'Sounds fun! I'll write down my address for you.'
    'I know where you live.'
    'You do?' She was plainly astonished.
    He cursed himself for the slip. 'I heard your mother talking about your house. Let's get going.'
    He drove fast and badly, never dropping below 80 m.p.h. unless braking sharply and frequently, but Lisa found it all exhilarating. When he finally leant across to kiss her goodnight she was a little surprised to find his tongue half-way down her throat in the first few seconds, but quickly got caught up by his passion. Eventually he drew away and gave a low laugh. 'Roll on Boxing Day!'
    She was still holding her fingers to her bruised lips when Simon turned on the hall lights. 'Where the hell have you been?' he shouted, his face flushed with rage.
    'For a drive with Toby Walker; formerly a draughtsman and now, it would seem, the hero of every woman's dreams!'
    'A drive?' 'And a walk.'
    'Nothing else?' He could barely control his temper and a vein was throbbing in his left temple. Lisa was dismayed by his rage, it seemed so out of proportion.
    'We had something to eat before we came back. Let's be honest, the Markoffs didn't exactly put on a banquet fit for a king!'
    'You really expect me to believe that's all that happened?' 'It's the truth,' she protested defensively.
    ‘You should take a look at yourself in the mirror!'…he roared, stepping closer to her as his flush subsided, leaving his skin the colour of putty. Automatically she glanced at the ornate mirror hanging over the telephone table. Her lips were swollen