him, whittle on.Those nymphs skipped off, proud of the mischief they had caused. Girls always failed him – even Lilly.He passed a garden and the whinging of little children and the rattle of their toys and the whine of their mothers and thought of Lilly and the months that had passed since he had last seen her wry smile and heard her commanding voice. Pitter-fucking-patter! Now his mind could be filled full by images of Tracy. Due to the rain,Tracy’s next lesson was held in her room.Nearing the end of their hour together, she was working through a tough question. Her red hair matched her shoes, sleeves, tights and lips: all that same colour. A breeze of cold air came through the window and Alex watched her back twitch. She held in her hand an apple, into which she had just sunken her teeth, pressing it against her lips and sucking the juice out of it. Alex’s eyes stalked the walls and, for the first time, found a poster that must have been slapped up in the last two weeks. It was of some actress or other, laughing so she could get paid. The way she pouted, with that bloody lipstick, made the whole image look like it had been knocked up in under a minute. Alex kneeled to better see Tracy’s work and in exchange she flashed him an ennobling smile. He nodded approvingly and his hand slithered around her waist to grab a pen, purposefully brushing his forearm on her breast. No smile now. Why could she not just react to him? Smile, hug, cry…He resigned himself for a second. Irritated, he asked her to do some maths and stop sucking on the apple. She laughed.Why laugh now? She mocked him wholly now, red and stupid. The clock struck five. He shot her an uninterested smile. Who was she to mock him with her bloodied pride and angular body? Maths lesson over. Would he care for some tea? No.Would he care for some coffee? No. Anything at all…?
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