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tea on the table in
front of him. She ruffled his uncombed mop of black hair
affectionately, as if she were petting a dog. 'Rosie—'
    'Yes,
Tommy?'
    'Do you know
how old I am?'
    She stopped in
the act of cracking eggs into a bowl. 'Of course - you're
seventeen.'
    'I'm two
months away from having the vote. Three months off going to
university. Old enough to get married and have kids.'
    'Yes?' There
was confusion in her large brown eyes.
    'Old enough
not to be called Tommy. Call me Tom, call me Thomas, but please
don't call me Tommy. OK?'
    'I'm sorry,
Tommy - Tom! I didn't know you felt like that. It's just that
everyone—'
    'Quite.
Everyone around here wants me to stay in short pants and be cute
little Tommy. It reinforces their own sense of worth - I've read
about it. Mum even wanted me to be a pageboy at your wedding—'
    'That was a
joke. She didn't mean it.'
    'It was
indicative of her underlying feelings, Rosie. No one round here
wants me to grow up.'
    'Tommy, that's
unfair.' Rosemary had abandoned the eggs and taken a seat at the
table beside Tom. This was important. 'Oops, I said it again, I'm
sorry. But look, Jack's on your side.'
    'Jack's the
worst. He wants me to be a little brother for ever. Someone he can
impress, someone he can beat.'
    'What do you
mean?' Rosemary was agitated now.
    'I mean he's
got everything round here. He's got a job, he's got a car, he's got
money. He's got you.'
    'Me?'
    'Absolutely.
He's got a girl with great legs sleeping in his bed every other
night at his parents' home and they aren't even married yet.'
    'I didn't know
you were such a puritan.'
    'I'm no
puritan, Rosie, but I don't appreciate you two hammering the
mattress all night long in the room next door when I'm not even
allowed out till closing time.'
    'You're
jealous, Tommy.'
    'You bet I'm
jealous. Two years past the age of consent and no luck and there's
my brother making love to the most gorgeous woman in the city night
after night about three feet away.'
    'Oh God,
Tommy, I'm sorry. I never thought. I mean, we - can you really
hear?'
    'Yes.'
    'I'm
embarrassed. We try and keep the noise down.'
    There was a
pause in the conversation. The boy's dark brooding eyes were boring
into hers and she had to look away. 'Do you really think I'm
gorgeous?'
    'Utterly.'
    'And you think
I've got great legs?'
    'I love the
way you move. You're like a dancer.'
    'You're a bit
of a smooth-talker, Tom Glass.'
    'That's
better. I like it when you call me Tom.'
    He was smiling
now and it was as if the sun had come out.
    'I don't
believe you're as shy with the girls as you make out.'
    'I've hardly
ever kissed one.'
    'Oh, come
on!'
    'It's
true.'
    'You must
have.'
    'Not properly.
It's been a fiasco so far.'
    'Well, for
God's sake, we can soon fix that.'
    Rosie leaned
forward and placed a hand on the back of Tom's neck. The nightie
rode higher. Her lips were soft as satin and her breath was sweet.
He let her hold her mouth to his, resisting the urge to devour her.
A small pointed tongue suddenly slipped between his lips.
    'Oh,' he
murmured as she explored his mouth. Still he did not respond.
    'You can kiss
me back, Tom,' she said, 'it's all right. I won't bite. Oh, that's
nice.'
    And it was.
His tongue was in her mouth and she was sucking on it, eager to
teach her pupil some of the skills she practised at night in the
room next to his.
    'You mustn't
sit there like a block of wood, you know. Put your arms around
me.'
    She was on the
bench beside him now and the nightie was almost up to her groin.
Her body heat flowed into him through two thin layers of
clothing.
    'Wow,' she
said, disengaging her lips. 'You see, Tom, you can kiss very well.'
Her face was flushed and her eyes were dancing. The soft pressure
of her left breast on his chest was burning a hole through his
pyjamas.
    'I'm not sure,
Rosie.' Bashful, he looked down - to the creamy flesh of her thighs
exposed nearly to her hips. A wisp of fair brown hair nosed into
view beneath the embroidered pink hem.