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chuckled to himself again. Wonder if I should go and knock on the lovely Carol’s door and make sure she got home safely. No, I think I’ll hit the sack, thanks all the same.
    Les climbed into a clean pair of jocks and a T-shirt, turned out all the lights except the bedlamp and climbed under the sheets. Well, so much for my first day’s holiday up here. I wonder what tomorrow will bring? He was just about to turn out the light when there was a solid knocking on the front door. What the—?
    Norton got up, walked round and opened the door. It was Carol. This time she had her hair pinned back and was wearing a baggy, knee-length T-shirt with Sylvester the cat on the front.
    The violet eyes flashed in the dark. ‘Where’s your bedroom?’
    â€˜Right this way,’ replied Norton, closing the door behind her as she barged straight in.
    She followed Les into the bedroom and, without saying anything, threw herself on the bed. Les would have a liked a bit of foreplay; even a little kiss or two would have been nice. But Carol wasn’t interested in any lovemaking. She’d left her knickers at home andall she wanted was a root. Oh well, mused Les, I s’pose I ain’t doing nothing for the next fifteen minutes or so.
    The next fifteen minutes went closer to half an hour as Norton lifted her T-shirt up over her boobs and gave it to her every which way but loose. Carol squawked and squealed, snorted and grunted, moaned and groaned and even sobbed and sniffled at times. It was weird sex and for some reason, instead of feeling any affection for Carol, Les found himself hating her and just wanting to pound her into the ground. He couldn’t figure out whether she fancied herself as the ultimate super screw, or she was some kind of mixed-up, half-baked feminist or whether she was teasing him, laying it on with a trowel tonight and the next time she saw him either play hard to get or ignore him altogether. Whatever the answer, the bottom line was Carol was nuts. And I’m nuts, too, thought Les, for getting involved with her. This is getting to be a drag. Les raised Carol’s ankles up over her head and like a ten-pound hammer with a fivefoot swing belted out the finale as the girl next door let go one tortured scream that seemed to hang in the air for about five minutes. Though, after half an hour, Les had to admit the end result didn’t feel all that bad.
    Again they lay there side by side in a pile of twisted limbs and sweaty bodies as Norton’s heart settled down and he got his breath back. When he was breathing normally again, Les looked over at Carol, gave her belly a rub and wondered if the magic words would work again.
    â€˜Hang on a sec. I’ll go get a towel.’
    The violet eyes flashed under the bedlamp. ‘No, I don’t want a towel.’
    Caroline jumped off the bed, straightened her T-shirt, then ran down the hall and out the door again. Well, there you go, thought Les. Works every time. And that ratbag’s teaching kids. Norton shook his head and swung his legs wearily over the bed. Buggered if I know.
    Les had another shower and more Savlon-D, then changed back into his jocks and T-shirt. He had another glass of orange juice and while he was standing in the kitchen drinking it his eyes moved in the direction of the house next door. Mmmhh, I wonder? he thought moodily. He went through the kitchen closets till he found what he was looking for, went back to the bathroom again, then the front door, then turned off the lights and went back to bed. He was about to switch off the bedlamp for the second time when there was another knock on the door. Yes, I fuckin’ thought so.
    Les got up, opened the front door and there was Carol, barefoot this time, wearing a blue check, hangout shirt.
    â€˜Whereabouts is your loungeroom?’ she demanded.
    â€˜Right here, sweetheart.’ Les picked up the plastic bucket of water he’d placed by the door and