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“Someone, somewhere wants a phone call from you,” I say, but all I get for that is “Piss off.” I shrug and take a drink and sit down on the edge of the bed. “You know what would happen, don’t you,” she says. I know what’s coming but I don’t say anything. “I mean,” she says, “if Gerald ever got to know about us.” “Yes, I know,” I tell her. “We’d both be dead.” “No,” she says. “You’d be dead, you’d be the lucky one. What he’d do to me would be much more interesting. I mean, Gerald really enjoys going to work.” “I know all about Gerald,” I tell her, lighting up another cigarette. “You think I don’t know about that?”
    “I must be bleeding barmy,” she says, and I tell her yes, she must be bleeding barmy. “I mean,” she says, “doesn’t it worry you?” “ ’Course it worries me,” I tell her. “What do you think?” “Well, you never seem to,” she says. “No,
well . . . ” I tell her. Then there’s a long silence and after that she picks up the phone and dials the number. I lie back on the bed and rest my head on her stomach. You’ve got to give her credit for being a great little performer because when the receiver’s lifted at the other end she delivers “Hello sweetheart,” just the way she does whenever she phones me. I can hear Gerald’s reply even from where I am. “What the fucking hell do you want?” he says. “Oh, bleeding charmin’,” Audrey says, her hand over the receiver, “just bleeding charming.” “Look,” he says, “didn’t I tell you I’m having a meeting all afternoon? Didn’t I tell you that?” I transfer my cigarette to my other hand and reach up and start massaging Audrey’s breasts. She tries to push my hand away but her being propped up on one arm and holding the receiver in her other hand she doesn’t have much joy. I carry on with the therapy and she says, “Yes, I know, darling, but I had to phone and tell you why I’m going to be a little late because I know how you worry.” “All right, let’s have it,” Gerald says. “So why are you going to be late?” I take hold of her arm and pull her forward so that she overbalances off her elbow and falls with her breasts resting on my lower stomach. She mouths silent rage at me but Gerald’s voice rasps down the line and she has no time to recover her previous position. “The thing is,” she says, “I ran into Yvonne in the hairdresser’s and what with Harry just being sent down she wanted to talk, you know, so I’m back at hers now. God knows how I’ll get away, you know what she’s like . . . ” “Fucking Harry,”
Gerald says. “A right bright bastard he is. Serves him bleeding right, don’t it? I mean, going out with those fucking
amateurs, fucking ponces . . . ” Gerald stokes himself up on the subject of Harry and I slip my hand behind the back of her neck and push her head down until I can feel the warmth of her breath tickling the tip of my prick and the closeness of her breathing begins to take effect because she looks from it to me and her expression changes and a different kind of wickedness appears in her eyes and she lays the receiver on my belly, the mouthpiece against my prick-end, takes me in hand and begins to go to work, all the time looking into my eyes, and all the time Gerald’s barking voice reverberating through the plastic against my skin. Eventually Gerald’s voice stops and Audrey puts her mouth next to the mouthpiece, her lips brushing my tip, and she says, “I know, darling, you were right, you were always right about Harry, especially when you got rid of him. I mean, how could you trust a man who’s stupid enough to trust those ponces, you could see it coming,” and Gerald says, “Too fucking true, he was a berk.” Audrey says, “Anyway, I’ll be back as soon as I can. If I’m back too late tell Ann-Marie no later than seven with the kids, you know she spoils them,” and Gerald says, “Right,”