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Did I know?
    "What's all
this about?" he asked, shaking his head as if he were talking to a
naughty child.
    "What do you
mean?" I frowned, knowing full well what he meant.
    "This Greek
thing." His expression was pained in his torment. "This... this
holiday nonsense." His grimace made him look ugly. "What's it all
about?"
    "I'm Shirley
Valentine," I smiled. I recalled going to see the film with my
mother. She'd wanted to be Shirley Valentine. "You come in my
boat," I giggled. "We no fuck."
    "Kirsty!"
David scowled. He looked around the bar and then locked his dark
eyes to mine. "For God's sake," he whispered through gritted
teeth.
    I feigned
innocence. "What's the matter?" I asked.
    "Your
language. I've never heard you swear before. What's happened to
you? This holiday thing..."
    "I..." I've been touched by another
girl . "Nothing's happened to me. I'm going
to stay with my uncle for a couple of weeks. What's wrong with
that?" David's penis would miss my vagina. He'd think of my vagina
as he masturbated. He'd miss fucking me. That's what was wrong.
"Sharon might be coming with me," I added happily.
    He shook his
head despairingly. "I'm not having you go with her," he said
irritably. "You know what she's like."
    "Her?" Was she
an object? "No, what is she like, David?"
    "She's...
she's a slut, Kirsty. She'll be off with every man she can get her
hands on. God, the way she behaved at Ian's party was..."
    "How will that
affect me?" I interrupted him. He didn't like being interrupted.
"I'm going to Greece to stay with my uncle."
    "I can't have
you cavorting about in Greece."
    "David, I'm
not going to fuck the local men."
    "Kirsty!"
    "Yes,
David?"
    "I can see
that there's no point in trying to discuss this. God only knows
what your mother will have to say about it."
    I grinned a
triumphant grin. "She's been encouraging me to go," I said.
    "I don't
believe that."
    As usual,
David was beginning to annoy me. I didn't want to be his girlfriend
and wished I'd never gone back to him. We all make mistakes. I
pondered on the restricting chains of relationships. Did I really
need him? I had my candle lover to comfort me. What would I be
doing if I wasn't sitting in the pub with him? Dancing, laughing,
living life. I had Sharon to love me. Sharon was soft in her
femininity. David was hard and cold in his masculinity. I wanted to
sit cross-legged on the lawn and make daisy chains with Sharon.
    David walked
across the worn carpet and ordered a drink. Standing awkwardly at
the bar, he toyed with the change in his trouser pockets. He was an
old man in a young man's body. He rarely laughed, didn't like
jokes, and frowned upon me if I seemed to be enjoying myself. He
was boring. Something was missing in his life, but he didn't know
what. I knew what was missing in mine.
    As he returned
to the table, I looked down at his trousers. They were too long,
the turn-ups folding over his black shoes. His tie was loose, his
jacket open. His dark hair had fallen over his lined forehead. His
hands and slender fingers that had never worked annoyed me. Up at
seven-thirty, to the office, home at six... Spontaneity wasn't a
word in his vocabulary. I didn't know what I'd ever seen in
him.
    Sitting
opposite me, he looked me up and down as he sipped his scotch. What
was he thinking? I was about to ask him when I noticed Sharon walk
in. She must have phoned and my mother had said where I was.
Standing at the bar, she turned and saw me. My stomach somersaulted
as she smiled and waved. I focused on her long legs, the tapering
of her naked thighs below her short skirt. The roundness of her
firm buttocks billowed her skirt. I imagined her naked. My clitoris
stirred.
    David hadn't
seen her. He was too busy wallowing in his resentment to have
noticed. His anger would deepen once Sharon joined us. He'd not
have the opportunity to lecture me. He'd have to restrain himself
in his seething. His moodiness made me happy. Sharon ordered her
drink and then walked over to our table.