The Dark Room [antikvár]

rofo^uC With her sharp little face set in lines of dissatisfaction, the twelveyear-old girl sat up and searched for her knickers among the forest leaves. It had finally begun to dawn on her that sex with Bobby Franklyn wasn't all it could be. She put on her shoes and kicked him hard. "Get up, Bobby/' she snapped. "It's your turn to find the bloody dog/' He rolled over onto his back. "In a minute," he muttered sleepily. "No, now. Mum'11 skin me alive if Rex gets home before me again. She's not stupid, you know." She stood up and dug the heel of her shoe into his naked thigh, twisting it back and forth in a childish desire to hurt. "Get up." "Okay, okay." He rose sulkily to his feet, tugging at his trousers. "But this is pissing me off, you know. It's hardly worth doing if we have to go looking for the dog every time." She moved away from him. "It's not Rex that makes it hardly worth doing." There were tears of angry humiliation in her eyes. "I should have listened to Mum. She always says it takes a real man to do it properly." "Yeah, well," he said, zipping his fly, "it'd be a damn sight easier if I didn't have to pretend you were Júlia Roberts. What would your sodding mum know about it, anyway? It's years since anyone gave her a good shagging." He had few feelings for these girls beyond the purely animal, but he grew to hate them very