sheâs so passive and she doesnât seem to have any idea about anything.â
âWhat you mean is that she hasnât fallen on your neck showering kisses all over the place and it doesnât suit you to be so treated.â
âYou must be mad. All right, so I think sheâs more attractive than I did before but it doesnât mean I want to marry her.â
âAnyway, I should hurry up and get your finger out of your bottom and get stuck in or else youâll be too late.â
âThatâll be the day.â
âWhat?â
âWhen I get my finger out.â
âYouâre slow, Vic,â said Angela.
Break time in the common room, on my own, on a high stool until she came up.
âWhat do you mean?â
She moved slightly forward, ostensibly to let some people get by in the aisle. Her hips gently rustled against my kneecaps. She didnât move back.
âWhy, how long have we been back at college then?â
âLast week then two days this week. Why?â
She slid her pelvis round a little more. I could feel the hard, bony part. I could measure her breathing with my kneecap.
âWhy, Vicky, I thought youâd have been in by now.â
âIf you get much closer I will be.â
âRude.â
She didnât move.
I said: âWhy donât you tell me what youâre talking about? All these hips are fascinating me but whatâs the point?â
âYou like the hips part then?â
âI like the hips part. Itâs the rest of it Iâm not so keen on.â
âThatâs why you tried to find out what it was like, then?â
âWhen I began it was quite interesting, but the more I discovered the less I found.â
âThatâs not how I saw it.â
âI never saw it at all, did I?â
âYou didnât look hard enough, did you?â
âI think so. As hard as Iâm ever going to.â
âYes, Vic.â
She looked me straight in the eyes, sucking in her cheeks, pre-tending she was trying not to smile, as if she was humouring a funny lunatic.
âOh, give over.â
âYes, Vic.â
âI thought you came over here to say something.â
âThatâs right.â
âSo, er, do you think thereâs any chance of my hearing what it is? I mean Iâve only got another year at college and I was counting on getting one or two other things in as well, you know, before I leave.â
âThatâs what I was talking about.â
âWhat?â
âGetting things in.â
âHa-Ha. What exactly?â
âWell, I thought by now youâd have been sorting out the new Inters. I mean itâs been over a week, and there are one or two sweet innocent whatsits that ought to be up your street, and what with your sans regular night-shift work at present ... I mean, whatâs up Doc?â
âIâm surprised. Surely youâre not encouraging me to go to work on the sweetnesses. I mean, by now youâll have told them what a rotten and filthy old cabbage I am, you know, quiet girlsâ talk in the ladiesâ bog while youâre in there between break times.â
âOh, Iâve given the word to anybody who I thought you might fancy. You know, I always like to help.â
âHelp yourself.â
âWhat, to you?â
âYouâre always after a spoonful.â
âCheeky.â
âWhoâve you been telling, then?â
âYouâd like to know then, Victor?â
âOnly to keep away from the ones whoâd talk to you. I donât want to catch anything.â
âI shouldnât think youâve much to catch it with.â
âGet a second opinion before you talk facts.â
âI would if I could.â
âCome on, whoâve you told?â
âWhat do you think of that Karen bird?â
âWhy?â
âI was talking to her
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