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tears. He almost capitulated. Almost ran to her, clutched her, begged her forgiveness, promised her freedom. But he’d almost spared her many times in the past. Almost was as far as he ever got. The lust was absolute — the almost always fleeting.
    In a shaky, shamed voice he croaked, “Let’s go.”
    Tulip’s eyes went bleak, detached, dead. “I have to pray first.” She turned her back to him, knelt, pressed her hands together, muttered words of remorse and hope to the God she still childishly believed in. Kevin stood by the door, wretched, helpless. He wished he had a god he could pray to for strength, understanding and forgiveness, but there was no god in Kevin Tyne’s life, except perhaps the god of warped, twisted lust.
     
    The cab dropped them on the Walworth Road and they walked the last hundred metres or so to the lab. The outer sliding door was unlocked. Once they were sheltered from any prying eyes, Kevin gave her the coke. She preferred this to the heroin. It was how he’d started her off. A few friendly snorts to begin with, a big brother letting his sister have some fun, no harm intended, everybody did it.
    Tulip sprinkled the coke over the back of her left hand. Snorted deeeeeeep. The other nostril. The lazy smile that Kevin had come to know so well. She wiped her nose clean and nodded at him.
    Kevin pressed the button and the inner door opened shortly, Fast Eddie Price standing inside, impassive. Kevin and Tulip entered. Fast Eddie searched them then led them through the lab to Phials’ room. Kevin wasn’t sure what they manufactured here. He rarely asked questions. Didn’t want to get involved.
    Fast Eddie knocked on the door of Phials’ room. An excited squeal from within. Clint Smith opened the door, thin, nervous, dark hair, shifty eyes. Clint was their go between, their connection to Phials and a few others. He’d been Kevin’s dealer to begin with. Now he was much more.
    Clint greeted them and they responded neutrally. Kevin’s heart beat fast as Phials met Tulip in the middle of the room – “Angel!” was all he heard the chemist exclaim – and he struggled to control it, to hear, to function.
    Clint was leaving but Phials asked him to stay. Kevin froze — that was unacceptable. “That’s not part of our deal,” he said through chattering teeth.
    “So we ’ll strike a new deal,” Phials smiled, gaze fixed on Tulip. “The more the merrier. Money’s not an issue. I’ve named my vice — name your price.”
    “I don’t –” Kevin began.
    Clint interrupted. “I don’t want to stay. Not my scene.” Phials tried persuading Clint to change his mind, but he was resolute. Kevin relaxed. Phials told Clint to drop by sometime, then Clint was gone, the door closed, the three of them alone, Phials already kissing Tulip, thick lips hungrily seeking hers, no speaking, soft moans, two desperate men and a frail young woman.
    Kevin rounded Phials and Tulip, watching light-headedly as Phials’ robe slid open to reveal a long, firm penis. Phials was a viagra freak. Kevin had tried viagra but didn’t enjoy the falseness of it. Nothing compared with the natural erection he got watching his sister with another man.
    Phials broke contact , stepped away from Tulip and removed his robe. Tulip stood with her hands crossed demurely, the way Phials liked. He launched himself at her, lips fastening on hers, fingers exploring, moving his lips to her chin then down her body.
    Kevin focused on Phials, watching intently as the excited chemist worked a hand up under Tulip’s dress. He unzipped, freed himself, masturbated softly, not wanting to come too soon, a long night ahead, Phials capable of going for hours.
    Kevin studied everything as Phials took Tulip in all the ways that her brother wanted to but never could, knowing this was as close as he’d ever get. Gasping, circling, telling them what to do, Phials grinning, letting Kevin direct him, Kevin undressing, gliding around the lovers as they