at him for his hand up my leg and wanting it to all the more.
Fuck your roomâs tiny. And the walls are thin. Wet coat shed and quick caught me. Osip Mandelstam digging in the back of my knees as the kissing gets me pinned. But laugh we in the struggle to strip and not bump. Stilling into statues at the landladyâs coughs. I trample too on his new-pressed shirt, just a little just. Just for her. Worse though the mattress when he inches me there. Shush, I shush. Shush yourself. I am so for him now and yet What traces has she left? What did they do? How did they kiss? Did she do this to you? He considers â I see it â telling a lie. Did she? Yes, he says. What do I say to that? Like a stone on his back. Like a stone on mine. Have you protection with you? Of course I have. And, for all my want, I could kick myself for so easily giving in to his charms. When heâs ready though, Ilift to him. Kiss him as heâs about to, then itâs just us two again, finding how we creaklessly can and we mostly do â mostly he finds â while I hold to him, shaking in the silence. He makes me and waits. Lets himself once I have   and and   The weight of him on me. Christ. But all things between us made new.
In the after, I listen to the rain. His breath on my shoulder That was great. And this is how Iâd like the night to be â hours of lying here with him â but Donât sleep, I say You have to leave. Donât send me back out there. Consider it punishment for your sins! But Iâll get up so early. No. An hour? No. Half? No. Five minutes more? Those five he gets but after them Up. Youâre a hard woman, he says getting off, all reluctant. And so I am, watching him dress now in the dark. We kiss a good while though before my door shuts and I listen to no sound on the stairs. Practice makes perfect. But I go to my window. Heavy rain beyond and him coming out into that. Tugging up his collar. Lighting a cigarette. Look up look up. He looks up. I show a hand. In turn, he bows then goes out to the footpath. I follow him to the end of the street where he disappears round Our Lady Help of Christians. Then slip back into the smell of him on my sheet. Search out the last of his taste on my lips. Imagine that Iâd kept him here. Then think of him, in the rain, out there. That could â if I wanted â make my heart a little break. But I donât want it to, so it does not.
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Drift steam in the bath. Early morning. Thread his name through the bubbles and pop. Counting last night thatâs six times Iâve had sex. If he was still here heâd make it seven. If he was still here   if he was still here   what would we not do?
Before leaving, I wrap up the condom â if she found it sheâd kill me stone dead. But at the bin on Leighton Road    thatlittle bit of him with Andrex wrapped round. Put it back in my pocket. Does he wish he had something of me? Even his sheets smell of someone else. No. Remember us there in the dark. I hang onto it so, until the bin at the top of Anglers Lane.
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She stands smoking by the gate. Happy New Year! Her eyes are red. Whatâs wrong? He stayed over. He was collecting his stuff   and you know how it is. I ended up begging him not to do it but sheâs going to pay off his fees. And inside her distress, I see a little of mine. They wonât be âmarried marriedâ though, couldnât you still go out? How could I trust him? He kept it secret all this time   I mean   itâs happening Friday afternoon. Sorry, I say â pushing my own glee down â Why donât we go out that night? Youâre on, she says And fuck him anyway.
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