![]() You’re … ” I want to say something nice in return. “It’s the sun, I expect, and my sister dyed it … it really doesn’t matter. Perhaps sensing my self-consciousness, she speaks, and her voice is warm and sexy. I want to make excuses for looking ridiculous with swimming trunk tan lines, and not being built like the first XV boys. Then, without hesitation or any look or pause, she takes me to her bedroom and undresses me. I forget trying to find words to say and let myself soar. Once or twice she holds my head and looks at me intently, then kisses me again. We stand in the hallway for ages, just snogging. ![]() She grabs my hand and pulls me in, kicking the door shut behind me, and before I can say a word or take off my jacket, she’s kissing me. My Spanish teacher, Miss P – Ali – is standing in the doorway, looking flustered. ![]() ‘Just going out to see Nick, friend from school, might stay over, bye!” Ned and Celia, the family friends I’m staying with, barely look up from their enormous dining table.
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