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go and says, ‘She’s been in longer’n me. She’s clucking bad.’
    I think I’ve mis-heard. ‘Clucking?’ I ask.
    â€˜Coming off. They cut her dose more. I’ll be like her soon.’ Mandy produces two apples and offers me one.
    â€˜Where did you get them?’
    â€˜Nicked from the kitchen.’
    â€˜Just now? Coming down the corridor?’
    â€˜Been a professional shoplifter for eight bloody years, ought to be able to pick up a couple of apples when a door’s open.’
    Debs comes back from the toilet clutching a towel, and lies on her bed in her shoes. Brown ankle boots with a tiny sharp heel. ‘Come on, help me take my mind off it. All the sexy details.’
    â€˜This is my life we’re talking about, not a peep show,’ I protest, taking off my boots. The pounding in my head comes back when I bend over.
    â€˜Yeah, but you’ve lived it already,’ says Mandy, ‘It’s past and gone, init? Can’t hurt to run over it to give us a bit of entertainment.’
    â€˜It’s embarrassing. It’s not something I normally talk about.’ Particularly the next bit.
    â€˜What’s normal in here?’ says Mandy. ‘Anyway, people are too stuck up about all that stuff. Everyone does it, don’t they? Just too scared to talk about it.’ She eyes me evenly. Her face is flat and indifferent. It isn’t cold, but you get the sense that any feelings she has are wafting around the edge of her vision. Brushed aside like the odd flyaway strand of peroxide hair.
    Dr Johnson once said of someone, ‘She has some softness, indeed, but so has a pillow.’ Mandy has some hardness, but so has a mountain rope.
    I climb back onto my bed and decide to bite the bullet. ‘OK. So I was lying there in my bikini, and he was next to me. The gold neck chain he always wore was resting on his chest in a coil among the fair hairs. He seemed to be asleep. I drifted off again and my daydream mixed with a feeling that soft feathers seemed to be trailing over my body. Rivers of sensation spreading over my skin. I opened my eyes and found Joris was running his fingers over me. I sat up sharply and looked at him.
    â€˜â€œYou do not like it?” he said, and took his hand away. His eyes did not meet mine. “I thought that you maybe like it. Give you good dreams while you sleep. It not matter.” He turned and started to move his towel away.
    â€˜It had been months since I had let anyone touch my body. “It’s OK,” I said, “I do like it.”
    â€˜I lay down and shut my eyes again. A bit of comfort couldn’t hurt. This time I could feel his fingers everywhere. On my legs and my arms. Around my neck. On my face. Gentle as air. It was a long time before they strayed onto my breasts. I couldn’t seem to move to interfere. I felt the strap of my bikini top sliding off my shoulder. I think I must have groaned because he said something in Dutch and then, hoarsely, in English: “Be free.”
    I felt his fingers circling my nipples, then squeezing them. Next thing I felt a finger down below, pulling my bikini bottom aside and wriggling into me. Then two fingers. I felt his gold chain fall onto my chest and smelt a whiff of sweat as his weight came on top of me. Then the two fingers pulled out and I felt three fingers coming in. Cramming against my sense buds. I felt stuffed full. He knew what he was doing. I remember thinking that I had missed the moment when I could find it in myself to stop him.
    I tell them, ‘He started with fingers, and then it was…’
    â€˜His slab of meat?’ says Mandy.
    â€˜Language,’ says Debs.
    â€˜Whatever you call it,’ I say, ‘sounds like an anatomy lesson or an insult.’
    â€˜You’re all right,’ says Mandy, ‘we know what you’re talking about.’
    â€˜I hadn’t had sex for a long time. He worked his way