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.He tries to shrug and smile, but Paul is too close to sense any dismissal.Satori’s lips are pressed by the fleshy mouth of his friend.His tongue is tickled then covered by another tongue.Then his mouth is full of heat and saliva.He finds himself hardening, responding in kind to the passion pushing inside him.He grasps Paul’s shoulders and pulls him closer.His own tongue explores the other man’s mouth, two muscles expanding and contracting, stroking each other and moving blindly outwith their warm, cavernous homes.His hands move down Paul’s back.His fingers grasp buttocks and he pulls them towards him, pressing himself eagerly against Paul’s cock.Then he moves backwards.Paul guides him towards the bed.He no longer judges the man by his age or beauty.He wants to know him, all of him.What are looks when eyes are too close to focus? What is youth when skin is willing and able to please? Paul’s scent is intoxicating.All Satori can concentrate on is that smell of sweet musk and a growing need to be inside.His penis aches, wanting to be touched, and Paul’s fingers, when they close around it, do not disappoint.Chapter 10‘Thanks for inviting me,’ Sarah says.Her eyes shine and her smile seems irrepressible.For a moment Donna just watches her new friend in silence.Then they hurry along the road again.She wonders why she cannot find the right words.After all, Sarah is the reason she is going to this party in the first place.The exciting friend she met just one week ago at the train station.Sarah is twenty years old and in her final year at University.Why didn’t I meet her earlier? ‘It’s just a party,’ Donna manages at last.‘I don’t know whether you’ll even like Raven.She’s a bit … ’‘A bit what?’ Sarah stops walking and stares into Donna’s eyes.For the hundredth time this evening Donna feels her words melt away.She shakes her head and shrugs at Sarah’s confusion.‘What?’ Sarah presses.‘W-w-well Raven is very Gothic.’ She smiles in relief, having successfully finished the sentence, then notices Sarah’s frown.‘So? Isn’t that why we’re going to her party in the first place? Aren’t we a bit Gothic too? At Uni they always call me Ms Le Freak.’Donna pushes her long fringe out of her eyes and looks again at Sarah.How could anyone consider this girl a freak? She looks like Lizzie Siddell.She is the most beautiful woman Donna has ever met.She only wishes she could know whether Sarah feels anything more than friendship towards her.‘Um, yeah, I suppose so.You’ll see when we get there.You can make up your own mind about her, I guess.’‘I can hardly wait.Oh my god, we’re so late.Why did I take so long to choose my outfit?’ Sarah nudges Donna’s elbow and marches ahead.‘Don’t worry.It’s fine,’ Donna says, hurrying to catch up.‘The party’s only from nine, it’ll go on all night.’‘Donna,’ a male voice shouts from across the street.Donna feels cold; she knows that voice.Feigning deafness she walks faster.Sarah tugs at her shoulder.‘I think someone’s calling you,’ she whispers.Then Sarah’s hand is gone and Donna feels the tug of her presence far behind.She stops walking and glances over her shoulder.Sarah waits on the pavement, ten paces back, eyes fixed on the man who hurries across the street towards her.Donna walks back towards her friend.With each step her throat tightens.As those grey eyes turn towards her she wants to flee, but her feet are rooted here.She cannot leave Sarah alone.‘Hi,’ the young man says.‘Couldn’t you hear me call you, Donna?’ His cruel smile seems to revel in her discomfort.Donna looks towards Sarah.If she expected Sarah’s skin to crawl in the presence of this creature she was wrong.Sarah is smiling.Her pupils wide open soaking up the vision of this terrifying man.Why doesn’t Sarah look at me like that? Donna blinks hard.She must not cry.‘Donna,’ he says, nodding.‘And you are?’ he asks, looking at Sarah’s open face.‘S-s-sarah,’ she stammers.‘If you’re heading towards Raven’s I’ll walk with you,’ he tells them.Neither of the women argues.What can Donna say and who would listen? She knows Sarah is already lost to her.Why did we walk this way? We should have cut across the park.The attack was years ago and yet women, especially Gothic women, still don’t walk there.She wants to say something, divert Sarah’s attention for a while, but what can she say? Everything she ever thought to utter to her friend is already said in her eagerness to speak, to listen, to engage Sarah’s attention.It’s all empty now.Her words have left her and, in their place, a painful lump rests just below her voice box.They are chatting beside her.Donna tries not to listen to the words.Every now and again a phrase reaches her, Sarah speaking about art, he about books.Donna tries to define why she dislikes him so much.Maybe if she could explain it to Sarah later she might see it with her own eyes, feel it crawling on her own skin, but Donna doesn’t know.The feeling is deeper than language, more instinctual.He frightens her.Raven’s flat comes into view at last.A discreet door nestling among identical two storey flats in a shabby cul-de-sac.The door is open and the thud of industrial beats wash over her last steps.Raven will protect Sarah.Maybe, if Donna asks, Raven will expel him from her home, his scaly tail between his legs.Energised she hurries up the steps.She knows he has let Sarah walk next.She can feel him leering at Sarah’s back, at the way her buttocks move as she climbs the steep, uncarpeted stairs.Donna’s stomach tightens.She can see Raven now, her big black boots stand firm on the living room floor.Donna rushes towards her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]