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loose strands of my hair that had fallen out of my knot.
    “What have you two been up to?” Dad asked.
    “Tilly, Dylan and I went up the mountain; Tilly got stoned, and is in bed now”
    Dad, sighed, and dropped his arms off my shoulders, he looked down at the aging vinyl floor; he shook his head, and shuffled off into the lounge room. I looked over at Dylan, who gave me a wink. I knew that dad didn’t like us doing the drugs, and I knew that Tilly was trying to hide it from him somewhat, unsuccessfully, but trying to hide it all the same. But it felt good to get some revenge on her.
    Tilly finally emerged from the bedroom, just as dinner was about to be served.  Her eyes were no longer blood shot, and she was walking more steadily.  I was helping Dylan in the kitchen to serve up the meat and vegetables; Dad was already sitting at the table, when she appeared in the doorway.  Dad stared at the table top, and fiddled with the salt shaker. Tilly looked at Dylan and I, then back to Dad, I could read the nervousness on her face.  When Dad did look up she smiled at him soberly. I saw the frown of disappointment on his face and had to hide my smile.
    We all ate dinner in silence, the only sound was the clanking of the knives and forks on the plate. I didn’t have anything to say, and Tilly looked too afraid to say anything, when I looked at Dad’s face, I could see his anger seemed to be boiling just under the surface, when we were kids we had learnt not to tip that anger over. So it was better for us to remain silent. After dinner, Dad, went into the lounge room, I heard the clicks of the sixty minutes on the television.  Tilly left the kitchen and I heard her bedroom door slam, which left Dylan and I in the kitchen.  We sat at the table, still staring down at our empty plates, when I felt his hand creeping its way seductively up my thigh; I looked up feeling a sense of lust and shock.
    “Come on you, let’s get these dishes done” he said as he gathered up the plates, and put the scrapes into the bin.
    I walked over to the sink, and began to fill it with hot water and detergent, watching the bubbles froth up.  Dylan and I laughed and chatted while we washed the dishes, and for that short time it felt like the past, before everything got complicated, before Tilly went away on her week holiday.
    That night I fell asleep easily, but woke as I heard the click of my door.  I sat up with a start, and saw Dylan coming into my room; he held his finger up to his lips, as he closed the door quietly behind him.  I lifted the edge of my blanket, for him to climb under, without even thinking, it had become habit for him to come into my room after dark for love. Suddenly I realised what I was doing, and sat up, my hand on his chest.
    “Dylan, we can’t” I said, as I tried to push him from my bed. I could just make out his smile in the dark, as he entwined his fingers with mine and circled my palm with his thumb.
    “Tilly is stoned again, so sound asleep and your dad is at Michael and Shelly’s” he said as he pulled me down onto his chest, my heart began to race, my head started to spin and that tug between my legs longed for his touch.
    I was confused, I had resolved so strongly that I wasn’t going to be with Dylan in this way anymore, but yet my body so desperately wanted his touch. I wanted to feel him inside me and all over me. I couldn’t hold back anymore, I needed him. I grasped his hand tighter, and heard him groan as he felt me give up the fight.
    He ran his hands up and down my body, kissing me gently but firmly. Everywhere he touched sent waves of electricity I felt every nerve ending come alive. He rolled me onto my back, pushing my tank top up, to expose my breasts, with a growl he leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth. I closed my eyes and groaned as I let the waves of passion completely envelope me. Slowly he began to work his lips down my body, and he pulled my knickers down over my hips to