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Roberto leans over, places a hand behind my head and thrusts his tongue down my throat; his hand fumbles with my zip. I pull away again; push out through the door of the car. I sigh at him, shake my head.
    Roberto jumps out too. His eyes glint madly at me and I realise that he’s wearing coloured contact lenses. His eyes have taken on a zombie shine in the orange light of the street. I walk towards the house.
    â€œI want you to suck me!” he repeats.
    I laugh to myself. “It’s just not possible,” I say under my breath.
    He repeats himself, louder, “I want you to suck me!”
    I bite my lip. I grin at him. “Quiet!” I look around at my neighbours’ windows.
“Please?”
    The street is silent and empty. A single man is walking towards us, head down. I fumble with the key in the glass door and then push it open. I turn to Roberto to let him enter. His trousers have dropped to half way down his thighs. His dick is jutting out at me, huge and proud.
    â€œJesus!” I exclaim. I glance nervously at the guy coming along the street, grab Roberto’s arm and pull him into the lobby.
    The glass door closes slowly behind him.
    â€œWhat is wrong with you?” I shake my head.
    â€œI like,” says Roberto, grinning, leaning back against the glass door.
    â€œPlease, pull your …” I reach down to pull his trousers back up.
    He grabs my head, pulls it towards him.
    â€œYeah, suck that big fat dick,” he says.
    I catch a glimpse of the man in the street peering in at us, then hurrying by. I imagine what he sees – Roberto’s butt against the glass, me bending down before him.
“Must look well dodgy,”
I think.
“It is welldodgy,”
I think.
    I stand; fight to pull his trousers up. He laughs hysterically.
    A door opens upstairs, a woman’s voice says, “OK then. See you later.” –
“A toute à l’heure.”
    â€œShit, my neighbour! Will you just?”
    Roberto grins madly at me, his eyes flash. “I like!” he repeats.
    I pull away; start to walk up the stairs. I hope he will dress and follow me. On the landing I meet my neighbour, the schoolteacher.
    We say, “Bonsoir.” We smile politely.
    I try to sound as low key as possible. If Roberto is still nude maybe she’ll think he’s nothing to do with me. I open my apartment door listening for news from below. I hear nothing.
    The front door opens, closes. I wait in the doorway – nothing.
    I quietly climb back down the stairs, peer around the corner into the entrance-hall – no one.
    I open the front door; look right then left. I am just in time to see Roberto di Milano round the corner with my neighbour; I can hear that they are talking. I lie awake till five a.m. wondering what about.

City of Angels
    I sit in front of the boss. I fiddle with a cufflink – they are shaped like taps; they turn. I watch him humbly wring his hands in pseudo anguish. It’s a ridiculous game; he knows I have been travelling too much, that I am exhausted. I know that he’s building up to send me somewhere else, probably too soon, too far and that I will refuse.
    He already knows what he will offer me to make me accept, but in the meantime we have to play The Game.
    â€œAnd so you see,” he says re-wringing his hands, “some of these newer clients could turn out to be very important for us.”
    I stare out of the window at the clear blue sky. I watch the leaves fluttering in the midday sunlight. It’s so hard to work down here when you’re used to one sunny day a month, so hard to remember that everyday is a sunny day. I wonder why we have to work, why we can’t spend our days wandering through the forest gathering nuts.
    â€œProgress!”
I think.
    He’s trying to make me feel important now. Anyone listening would imagine I am James Bond instead of a bank-note distributor salesman.
    â€œAnd so you