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John, and couldnât the powers that be think of a name a little more imaginative than that? âBut if you need anything, let me know, you have my number. Otherwise, Iâll see you next week.â
She was aware of sounding patronising, but it was a long day and she wanted to get home and get ready for her weekly bingo night with the girls. He just looked at her blankly, though she thought she saw a flash of impatience for just a moment. Well fine, she didnât want to be here either. She left âJohnâ sitting alone at his new kitchen table in the house the government had paid for along with his new identity, and went home to get ready for bingo.
Later, after a few cocktails courtesy of a win on the next-to-last house, which was a modest sum but enough to pay for this weekâs night out, it didnât seem to matter much if she spoke more about her job as a Resettlement Officer than she should have. If she let slip that she had spent the day âsettlingâ a mysterious young man into his new home under an assumed identity; if she let her friends jump to certain conclusions that were most likely true. People needed to know who was living among them, after all.
By the time she was on her fifth drink she had all but convinced herself that she had a civic duty to warn people if there happened to be a dangerous criminal in the area. It wasnât the sort of thing she was quite used to dealing with and the responsibility, she told herself in a fit of tequila-induced disapproval, should be on somebody with far broader shoulders than her own.
Ricky had looked up at the disused building, one of its boarded-up windows put through by Tyler and his mates, and nodded.
âYeah, itâs perfect.â
Somewhere to hide when they wagged school, or playing truant as his mother would call it if she found out, and have a fag or even some of Tylerâs brotherâs weed when they could sneak some. Ricky liked weed better than fags, it tasted better in his mouth and made him feel a bit light-headed and more relaxed, somehow. Fags just made him want to be sick.
âWe could bring girls here too. Bet thereâs some right fit birds in that posh school of yours.â
âItâs not posh,â Ricky had said automatically, then more or less contradicted himself with, âbut you wonât get any of them round this place.â Not with him and Tyler anyway. If they were sixth-form boys maybe. Tyler just shrugged, for once making no comment about Ricky and his âposhâ classmates.
âIâll bring these birds I know then. Get them stoned, get a blowjob.â Tyler used his hand and a tongue in his cheek to mime the action, and Ricky laughed, because he was expected to.
âYou ever had one?â Tyler asked, sly now, looking sideways at him.
âHad what?â
âA blowjob.â
Ricky had shrugged, nonchalantly.
âYeah course.â
He hadnât even kissed any girls, and couldnât imagine how you even went about asking them to do
that
to you.
That was how he had ended up here, lying on his coat sharing a spliff with a girl who was apparently the best friend of the other girl Tyler had invited, whose head was conspicuously bobbing up and down under Tylerâs jacket as she did just
that.
Tyler looked at him from across the room through the smoke haze and winked as he pushed his hand down on the shape of the girlâs head in his lap. Ricky tried to grin back, but inwardly winced. It seemed vaguely abusive, somehow, even though the girl was obviously more than up for it.
The girlâs friend who was eagerly smoking Tylerâs weed, a hand resting high on Rickyâs thigh, turned to him and giggled, passing him the spliff, now ringed at the end with sticky pink lip gloss. He took a drag, closing his eyes for a moment and waiting for the familiar wave of peace, but it didnât come. He only felt irritated as the girl â Mandy, Molly?
She was aware of sounding patronising, but it was a long day and she wanted to get home and get ready for her weekly bingo night with the girls. He just looked at her blankly, though she thought she saw a flash of impatience for just a moment. Well fine, she didnât want to be here either. She left âJohnâ sitting alone at his new kitchen table in the house the government had paid for along with his new identity, and went home to get ready for bingo.
Later, after a few cocktails courtesy of a win on the next-to-last house, which was a modest sum but enough to pay for this weekâs night out, it didnât seem to matter much if she spoke more about her job as a Resettlement Officer than she should have. If she let slip that she had spent the day âsettlingâ a mysterious young man into his new home under an assumed identity; if she let her friends jump to certain conclusions that were most likely true. People needed to know who was living among them, after all.
By the time she was on her fifth drink she had all but convinced herself that she had a civic duty to warn people if there happened to be a dangerous criminal in the area. It wasnât the sort of thing she was quite used to dealing with and the responsibility, she told herself in a fit of tequila-induced disapproval, should be on somebody with far broader shoulders than her own.
Ricky had looked up at the disused building, one of its boarded-up windows put through by Tyler and his mates, and nodded.
âYeah, itâs perfect.â
Somewhere to hide when they wagged school, or playing truant as his mother would call it if she found out, and have a fag or even some of Tylerâs brotherâs weed when they could sneak some. Ricky liked weed better than fags, it tasted better in his mouth and made him feel a bit light-headed and more relaxed, somehow. Fags just made him want to be sick.
âWe could bring girls here too. Bet thereâs some right fit birds in that posh school of yours.â
âItâs not posh,â Ricky had said automatically, then more or less contradicted himself with, âbut you wonât get any of them round this place.â Not with him and Tyler anyway. If they were sixth-form boys maybe. Tyler just shrugged, for once making no comment about Ricky and his âposhâ classmates.
âIâll bring these birds I know then. Get them stoned, get a blowjob.â Tyler used his hand and a tongue in his cheek to mime the action, and Ricky laughed, because he was expected to.
âYou ever had one?â Tyler asked, sly now, looking sideways at him.
âHad what?â
âA blowjob.â
Ricky had shrugged, nonchalantly.
âYeah course.â
He hadnât even kissed any girls, and couldnât imagine how you even went about asking them to do
that
to you.
That was how he had ended up here, lying on his coat sharing a spliff with a girl who was apparently the best friend of the other girl Tyler had invited, whose head was conspicuously bobbing up and down under Tylerâs jacket as she did just
that.
Tyler looked at him from across the room through the smoke haze and winked as he pushed his hand down on the shape of the girlâs head in his lap. Ricky tried to grin back, but inwardly winced. It seemed vaguely abusive, somehow, even though the girl was obviously more than up for it.
The girlâs friend who was eagerly smoking Tylerâs weed, a hand resting high on Rickyâs thigh, turned to him and giggled, passing him the spliff, now ringed at the end with sticky pink lip gloss. He took a drag, closing his eyes for a moment and waiting for the familiar wave of peace, but it didnât come. He only felt irritated as the girl â Mandy, Molly?
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