room. Dean move, his shallow breaths the only hint of life. The day wore on. didn’t The shifting shadows traced the passing time across the living room. Dean stirred around mid-afternoon. It was just a couple of hours before Georgina got back from college. He made a cup of tea and stood out on the walkway, looking over the estate. The small hot sips burnt his mouth, but he liked to feel it. There was nothing worse than lukewarm tea. The courtyard was empty, the graveyard hour. Some of the squares had people around all day, but not this one. The blocks kept themselves to themselves around place. For a while after leaving Dean’s school taken to walking around, looking for anything to do. All he ever found he’d were other lads smoking spliffs and drinking strong cider. into any Georgina wasn’t of that stuff and she let him touch her if she caught a whiff of either. No wouldn’t matter how many extra strong mints he chewed, or deodorant he sprayed, she could always tell if been hanging out with the wasters three blocks down. Dean he’d followed his dick and only smoked weed when he knew he seeing Georgina. wasn’t fucked the first day Dean went to secondary school. Her Nan had been in the They’d next room, but Georgina had explained that her level was a Grandmother’s salivation perfect indicator of how aware she was of anything going on around her. That day her spit was forming stalactites. They could have fucked on the old and woman’s lap she have noticed. Dean liked having sex with Georgina. He liked her wouldn’t sucking him off and mind licking her in return. After their first tryst, they spent didn’t most evenings and weekends hanging out and, apart from a couple of heated hiatuses where they both went off with other people, stayed together. finished they’d She’d school with enough grade Cs to get onto a health and social care course. Dean had been supportive, she could get a job in a local nursery or something like that, whatever it was she was learning there. The only downside was the pregnancy.
room. Dean didn’t move, his shallow breaths the only hint of life. The day wore on. The shifting shadows traced the passing time across the living room. Dean stirred around mid-afternoon. It was just a couple of hours before Georgina got back from college. He made a cup of tea and stood out on the walkway, looking over the estate. The small hot sips burnt his mouth, but he liked to feel it. There was nothing worse than lukewarm tea. The courtyard was empty, the graveyard hour. Some of the squares had people around all day, but not this one. The blocks kept themselves to themselves around Dean’s place. For a while after leaving school he’d taken to walking around, looking for anything to do. All he ever found were other lads smoking spliffs and drinking strong cider. Georgina wasn’t into any of that stuff and she wouldn’t let him touch her if she caught a whiff of either. No matter how many extra strong mints he chewed, or deodorant he sprayed, she could always tell if he’d been hanging out with the wasters three blocks down. Dean followed his dick and only smoked weed when he knew he wasn’t seeing Georgina. They’d fucked the first day Dean went to secondary school. Her Nan had been in the next room, but Georgina had explained that her Grandmother’s salivation level was a perfect indicator of how aware she was of anything going on around her. That day her spit was forming stalactites. They could have fucked on the old woman’s lap and she wouldn’t have noticed. Dean liked having sex with Georgina. He liked her sucking him off and didn’t mind licking her in return. After their first tryst, they spent most evenings and weekends hanging out and, apart from a couple of heated hiatuses where they both went off with other people, they’d stayed together. She’d finished school with enough grade Cs to get onto a health and social care course. Dean had been supportive, she could get a job in a local nursery or something like that, whatever it was she was learning there. The only downside was the pregnancy.