That he remained on the platform fit my plan perfectly, though. I climbed the ladder and sat next to him with the bag on my lap. ‘You’re confident..., in control of situations I can’t fathom.’ ‘What are you saying? Are you saying I think I’m better than you are?’ ‘No, I’m saying that you’re confident in everything you do. But I’m not. Or at least, I wasn’t before I met you.’ He shook his head and began to stand. ‘Whatever. I’m hungry. I think I’ll go inside.’ I jerked on his hand to keep him from. "Where's Garth!? What's happening!?" Neil, it's me... Garth..." the blonde girl spoke as she stood and lookedhim in the eyes."What, that's impossible! You're the girl from the shop, this is somesort of trick!" Neil, it's me... and we don't have much time, you have to listen tome..." No!" Neil yelled as he lunged for the door."I love you too, Neily!" This made Neil stop in place. "That's the lastthing your grandmother said to you! She told me the night she died!" Theblonde girl was now pleading. I had averted my eyes but I looked up at Sloane and she read the questionon my face."Don't you tell a soul but yes I've done it, and I ain't no virgin as youwell know" she took a long pull on her beer."It hurts like a sumbitch the first time, but if a boy takes his time itain't so bad," she shrugged."But to get back to the subject. Special girls like you can give outhandjobs and blowjobs; you think about it, ain't no one gonna know youain't got a pussy if you do that." But I'm figurin' if you. It's just a dream.I suppose it won't hurt to go have a look tomorrow. I can just drop byafter work and see what the dresses are like. I don't have to do anythingand it won't be that bad.ThursdayI leave work slightly early and head down to Leicester Square. It's aninconvenient journey with the Central Line still closed after the accident.The trip takes longer than it normally would and I have to change trains.It's a nice evening and I enjoy the short walk to Covent Garden, tryingnot to think.