We kissed on a Monday in a night club. We danced to Jay-Z. You took my hand and we walked together to the stop of my night bus.
The bus gives me an erection. Something to do with the grooves in the road, or the vibrations of the engine, has aroused my lower half again.
I can see no road signs that can tell me what bit of London I am now in. Tall Victorian walls surround me so I can’t see far ahead. The darkness is thickening like vegetable soup.
“Are you asking me about love?” said the old man in a slow and deep grumbled voice. By now, he was used to people asking him of such lofty subjects. Age brings a face that beckons to be asked questions.
“You’re my older sister. You should know better. And all these books you’re reading; don’t they tell you whether there is a god or not?”
I’m lying in bed with no knickers on. I’m nervous but I know I’m doing the right thing. I didn’t know you could pay…
“Some people belong in school.” The former sports star grinned annoyingly as he stood at the bar with his upper body wrapped in a…