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down and take him in my mouth. His pubes smell delicious, clean, with a faint muskiness that sparks another explosion that spreads from my groin, right down my thighs.
    ‘Jesus, you’re good at that,’ he says, leaning back onto the fridge, and laughing, a sort of half-laugh, half-groan. His eyes are closed, his whole body rigid, except his hands, which are gently pushing my head, and his knees that are bending, along to the same rhythm as me.
    ‘Stop,’ he says, softly. ‘Stop. I won’t last two minutes if you carry on like that.’
    Then we’re on the floor, he wants me on top of him and I happily oblige. I am possessed, again, by someone who writhes and swishes her hair and her hips, like a belly-dancer, there, next to the whirring fridge, as, outside, the birds break out into evensong and, inside, I think I might explode with desire.
    We’re lying on the kitchen floor now – me on top of Toby in a breathless, sweaty, elated heap.
    Then I hear the door go.
    ‘Fuck!’
    ‘What?’ says Toby alarmed.
    ‘It’s Lexi, she’s back!’
    ‘You’re joking?’
    ‘Do I look like I’m joking?’ I’m scrambling off him now. Toby’s spread-eagled, naked except for a large erection and the South Park socks.
    ‘Get up!’ I hiss, flapping my arms about.
    ‘All right keep yer knickers on.’
    ‘I would if I could find them!’
    I’m flitting about the kitchen now. Toby’s standing, scratching his head and smirking at me. He thinks this is funny.
    ‘Right, you through the utility room and into the bathroom,’ I say, spotting my knickers scrunched up like a sleeping rodent next to the fridge.
    ‘What?’
    ‘Just do it!’ I push him, still sniggering through the door and kick his clothes in after him.
    I hear Lexi slam the front door shut and call down the hallway,
    ‘Hel-lo-oh! I’m back!’
    ‘Just using the loo!’ I shout back. It’s lame but, frankly, I need anything that’s going to stall her.
    I manage to get one leg in one hole of my knickers, as I hear her drop her bag on the hallway floor, then follow Toby, limping, into the bathroom.
    ‘I can’t find my pants,’ he whispers, rummaging through the pile of clothes.
    ‘Well, just wear your trousers then. You’ll have to go commando.’
    I hear Lexi cough, dramatically, and drag her heels towards the kitchen. Just those two sounds tell me she’s drunk. Body combat class, my arse.
    Then she’s hammering on the bathroom door.
    ‘Hurry up, Missus. I’m gonna piss my pants! Can’t make it upstairs!’
    Toby’s buttoning his shirt, his face red with the effort of not laughing.
    ‘Won’t be long!’ I shout. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it! How was I going to get out of this one now?
    ‘In the bath,’ I mouth to Toby ‘The what?’
    ‘It’s leaking out!’ moans Lexi.
    ‘All right, can you just hang on a second?’
    ‘Not su-re!’ She’s singing the words now, intermittently leaning against the door and making it bang. ‘There might be a little puddle in your kitchen if I don’t get in there soo-oon!’
    Eventually, I get Toby crouched safely down behind the shower curtain, flush the toilet and open the door.
    ‘Ohmigodimgonnapissmyself,’ Lexi barges right past me clutching her crotch.
    I hear the toilet cover go up, then Lexi sigh, heavily, as she announces. ‘Oh Lordy,’ over the longest, loudest wee ever known to man. ‘I fucking needed that.’
    To be honest, at first I’m so relieved that Lexi didn’t catch me riding Toby on the kitchen floor that I forget to be annoyed that she’s drunk. But she is. Leathered, in fact. My little sister is totally pissed.
    I managed to persuade her upstairs for a few minutes by presenting her with a pile of laundry, thus freeing Toby up. As far as she’s concerned when she comes down, he just emerged from the lounge.
    Lexi stands, arms folded, giving Toby the once over.
    ‘So. Who’s this then?’
    ‘This is Toby Delaney.’ I’ve no idea why I give him his full title. Like we’re in a Jane