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romantic play that you
seem to think it is. You only get one life Michelle and I’m going
to make sure that I enjoy mine! If that means taking a few boys to
my bed then so be it!’
    ‘Okay then.
It’s your life.’
    ‘Lighten up. Go
and find yourself a man tonight, have some fun, receive some oral
sex, have sex! I totally intend to!’
    ‘Well just be
careful then, okay?’
    ‘I will be
careful. I’m on the pill and if the guy looks like he may have a
disease I’ve got a box even though I hate using them.’
    ‘A box of
what?’
    ‘God, you
really are naïve! Condoms Michelle, condoms. Look, here’s one for
you.’ She reached into her bag, retrieved the box, took out a
condom and gave it to Michelle.
    ‘I don’t want
this,’ and she tried to give it back.
    ‘Keep it. You
never know.’
    ‘You don’t care
about your reputation then?’
    ‘To tell you
the truth Michelle, if you are as a good friend as I thought are
this conversation would never have happened. You should be happy
for me that I am enjoying life!’
    ‘I am.’
    ‘You’ve got a
funny way of showing it.’ Sarah double-checked her hair and make-up
in the mirror then haughtily exited the restroom and walked back
into the bar.
    Michelle and
her friends had left the bar where she had spotted Simon and she
had tried to call Sally a few more times but without success. The
conversation she just had with Sarah was typical of their
conversations nowadays. Sarah had always been diligent in school
and college, but ever since her father had left home she had gone
off the rails. Michelle had tried reasoning with her but her words
fell on deaf ears and Sarah was about to go further off the rails
later that night.
    While Michelle
was leaving the toilets to return to the bar she threw the condom
Sarah had forced upon her into a bin.
     
    Chapter 6
     
    David had
plugged in a small fan heater and organized a battered chair and a
battered stool, and positioned them in front of the heater. They
were both sat down now, huddled over hot cups of tea taking
occasional sips. Sally at first was in danger of spilling the hot
liquid onto her legs as her hands shook, but as she took more sips
the chance of her doing this reduced as the level of the drink
dropped and her hands slowly stopped shaking.
    David had tried
to instigate a conversation, but it was hard to talk when the other
person involved in the conversation kept on giving one word
answers. He had tried open and closed questions and both of these
styles of query received yes and no answers even when it did not
make sense to answer with this kind of response. As he grew older,
David would realise more quickly when someone does not want to
talk. He only realised this now, however, when he had asked many
questions.
    So now they sat
in silence, David trying his hardest to think of something,
anything, interesting to say, Sally trying her hardest not to think
of the animal who had tried to attack her and just wishing she was
at home. David then thought of something that did definitely need
Sally’s attention. ‘Sally. Sally?’
    She ignored, or
just did not hear her name; she was just staring at the heater. He
did not know why his arm decided to shake her leg. His brain was
firmly set upon the idea of shaking her shoulder to get her
attention, but his arm made a beeline for her leg. Before he could
get his arm under control, its hand was touching the soft, smooth
flesh of her leg, the part just above her knee, her thigh in fact.
The touch made her whole body jump in surprise and if the cup had
been fuller she would have got burnt.
     
    She looked at
him, eyes wide, startled at his touch. He drew his hand away
quickly and tried to say an apology. ‘Sorry. I didn’t mean to
startle you.’
    ‘Why did you
touch me?’
    ‘Sorry. I tried
saying your name. You, erm, didn’t answer. You were in a different
place I think.’ He laughed a small laugh, hesitantly.
    ‘Yeah, I was, I
think, somewhere else.’
    ‘I was