Then, as it dawned on her I’d been there all the time, my mother gawked, eyes wide in what looked like fear.“God, Lucas,” my mother gasped.“I ...idn’t mean it,” I said. It was nonsense. I was still in shock and babbling.“What the hell…?”“I wasn’t going to take anything…”“Oh God … Oh shit…”“Mum, I’m sorry…”“You were here! All the time!”There was another pause in which she stared at me with horror in her face and my own thoughts tumbled and whirled.“You heard everything,” my mother gasped. “Me and. It was rhythmic and subtle. It was something she could focus on, instead of the roaring fight for sound pollution. In one corner her dog, and the other her husband. She could hear the boxing bell ring, and she could picture the two of them sitting opposite each other in the ring, snoring to see who’s the loudest. It’d have to be one for the judges, it was too close to call. The snow continued to fall. Her eyes fluttered from flake to flake, as they danced in the light of the street lamp. It. She almost always wore navy stockings and occasionally, she would sit in such a way that I would get a really erotic view of her stocking-tops and even her suspenders. The lad who sat next to me, named Tim, would also get a good view and his trousers showed the bump of his erection. One afternoon, she caught the pair of us staring at her stocking tops. We looked away, embarrassed, but when I felt able to look again, she was smiling, and had her legs slightly apart so that the crotch of her navy. Sam was tall, but Karl was a giant, an easy six-foot-six with prominent musculature and short blonde hair. He'd served three years in the army, and now he'd been discharged and was starting his own company. Anya had always found him a bit intimidating, but he was a gentle and good-humoured man, with an infectious laugh. Valerie, meanwhile, was almost scandalously lovely - a year older than Karl, blue-eyed, chestnut-haired and with the sculpted cheekbones and sunny smile of an angel. She was.
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