Free Tales of Sin & Fury, Part 1 by Sonia Paige Page B

time. My body seemed to stretch a thousand miles long. I remembered the one I was trying not to think about. My vagina was yawning wide as if it was gasping for air. The sweetness of honey and roses. There was the sound of the sea and I drowned in it.
    â€˜Afterwards I must have fallen asleep and the next thing I knew I woke up and he was lying next to me wearing my bikini.’
    â€˜Was that really the first time?’ Mandy asks me.
    â€˜What?’
    â€˜You had a man going down on you?’
    â€˜I was very young,’ I say.
    â€˜Know what,’ says Mandy, ‘ I’ll tell you a little story now.
    â€˜A few years ago, Dave was working in graveyards. Wandsworth Cemetery, ever been there? Nice place, trees and that, pity it’s given over to stiffs. How can they enjoy it? He was tidying it up, mowing the lawns, you know. Crappy job, it was pressure from the Social. He blew it out after a few weeks. Prefers not to work if he can help it.
    â€˜Anyway, while he was there, there was a gang of them, they had a hut they sat in when it rained. To have cups of tea. They got talking. There was an old geezer there called Ted. Someone told a sixty-nines joke and they all laughed except him and they was ragging him ’cos he didn’t get it.
    â€˜A bit later, him and Dave were walking along a big row of tall trees where Dave liked to go. Keep moving around, look busy, right? The others weren’t there to take the mick, so Dave goes and explains the joke to him. “What?” Ted goes, “You mean people do that? With their mouths? That’s disgusting. People really do that?”
    â€˜When Dave got back from work, we was laughing about it. Can you believe it, that Ted, he was like fifty or whatever, he’d gone all through life and he’d never gone down on a woman. Or vice versa. Talk about a wasted life.’ Mandy looked from Debs to me. ‘We think we’re in a bad way, but that is what you could call sad. That really is sad.’
    There’s a silence, a moment of mourning for Ted’s loss.
    â€˜So what happened when the other one got back?’ Debs asks me. ‘Did he mind you shagging his mate?’
    â€˜When Joris got back with the shopping, Sigurd and I were outside. I’d got my bikini back off him. He didn’t want to part with it. Insisted on prancing round the tents pretending to be on high heels. I put his clothes on and chased him round the beach to get it back.’
    â€˜Kinky,’ says Debs.
    â€˜We’ve all got a bit of both in us ain’t we?’ says Mandy. ‘If we’re honest.’
    â€˜At the time I thought he was weird,’ I say, ‘but he made me laugh. When Joris got back we were lying on our towels in the afternoon sun. As he was unpacking the bags of shopping, his eye fell on the love bite on my belly just above my bikini. He smiled and looked at Sigurd.’
    â€˜He didn’t say nothing?’ Debs asks.
    â€˜No.’
    â€˜If that was my bloke, he’d go beserk. I got bruises to prove it.’
    â€˜They weren’t like that,’ I try to explain how it was. ‘Things were different then. It was all “free love”. People felt different things. Or nothing. Or who knows what.’
    â€˜With all this screwing around,’ says Debs, ‘how come you didn’t catch nothing or fall pregnant? Must of had a charmed life.’
    â€˜We had the Pill already. And HIV hadn’t come along. They were clean boys. Beyond that, I didn’t care enough to worry.’
    Debs has more questions: ‘Something else. On the beach there, where did you go toilet?’
    â€˜We used to walk off behind the beach and find a bit of scrubby bush and dig a hole.’
    Mandy turns and gives Debs a look. ‘Any more questions? You training to join the Force? What’s with all the details?’
    Debs screws her face up. ‘I like getting a picture of things, Dirty