Just moved into our street at the weekend. If she wouldn't be Indian, I'd bury my head in that hair," said Eddie, with his usual mix of juvenile racis...m, anti-sophistication and total lack of logic."Is that who, Eddie?" The chick you saw on your paper round." Jeez, Eddie, you're hopeless. No, that's not her. And Eddie, if that girl over there weren't Indian, she wouldn't have beautiful hair like that," I breathed, exasperated."Yeah. Right," commented Eddie, uncomprehending.Twelve days later, the. I was among the last to leave Rivermeadow when Christy texted me. “We’re at Tony’s. We’re sitting on the left side.”She said “we’re.” Cool, cool.It was easy to spot Christy, since she hadn’t washed off her stage makeup and looked a bit, well, out-of-place with such drastic drawn-on features.Christy was at a table with Avril, the green-haired woodwind player from the pit. Also at the table were a couple I learned were Christy’s older sister Rebecca and Rebecca’s fiancé, Gavin. The chair between. ”“Of course I want to keep fucking you. Mum said that if I was going to fuck someone else, then I could only keep fucking you if I fucked someone from your Friday-night group. That's why she asked Veronica, and Veronica invited us for last night. You're not disappointed with me?”“Disappointed? I'm delighted for you. Listen, you know that I also fuck your mum, Naomi, and all the women that belong to our Friday-night group. How could I possibly object to your fucking someone else?”“I don't know.. "Whenever you're ready," she said softly, and began to close the door, "Stud."Bitch. There was no better than her when it came to rubbing it in. "Fair's fair, and you lost the bet, smart guy" is all she says. I should have known she wouldn't let this thing drop. She was really enjoying this. And the way she talked to me just now, in that breathy, shameful voice, like we were about to do something secret, something sinful and nasty. It was the same tone I heard after we had anal sex the first.