For a start pubs were out. They didn’t open until late morning and were the adult male preserve of boozers, the only snacks being plain crisps, with... a twisted blue bag of optional salt. If you wanted food, there were either posh restaurants or cafés. Even cafés came in two kinds, the smart tea-shop with tiny cup handles you couldn’t get your fingers in, or transport cafés (‘kaffs’), where dark stewed tea came in mugs with handles us kids could fit our fists in. We could have stopped at a fancy. She got as far as a wooden bus shelter in the darkness. She had her torch in her bag and checked the arrivals and departures on the bus stop post, seeing that the last bus that stopped there was at 18.26 and the next bus wasn’t until a few minutes past 6am in the morning. It was still only just gone 11pm, so it meant another seven hours before getting on the bus, followed by up to another three hours before she got home and would be able to soak in a hot bath and get warm again. She hadn’t. She started to lick it and taste it. I put my hands on her head and played with her hair, at the same time lightly making sure her head stayed right where it was. The she leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around it. Just the head. It was all she could get in her mouth. Now it was my turn to let out a moan. She did this a few times. At the same time, I noticed one of her hands slip down between her wide spread legs. Then she started ever so lightly to suck on it. I was starting my own little. I just couldn't take it anymore. I just had too." I looked up at him with a mix of emotions. I felt as if I couldn't catch my breath. "Sophie, say something. Please." He said, eyes closed and his forehead pressed to mine. "Kiss me again." Was the only thing I could say. I couldn't form a coherent thought. He did what I asked and I pressed myself up against him. This time I had my hands all over him. I touched his face; his hair, his chest and I let my hands trail down until I made contact with.