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Act Four

Chapter thirty nine

Adventure Way

-‘ I’m 13, I hardly shave, and pus squirts out my spots…’-

         –‘Hello Tessa this is Pardy.. Hello Tessa.. Are you awake at all’-

Tessa was awake all right, had slept really short and really badly. Oh so romantic, under the stars with Paco, who was already asleep before he even lay down, leaving her to battle with tiger mosquitoes, inside the useless net!

Okay he had been fantastic, off another galaxy, calm and elegant and so funny, in black and purple. He had smiled mysteriously, surreptitiously squeezing her tits, and murmuring endearments in exotic Spanish.

Tessa was more than ready for Paco to be her lover, but he was holding her at arm’s length. He was so calm and mature and super intelligent, yet physically he just wasn’t ready, even though they were the same age. Paco was affectionate, he’d grin and blink rapidly and give her little hugs, touching was just fine and fun..

But then suddenly he was a shy boy, and he’d gently evade her hands and shrug and giggle.

Tessa replayed the vivid memory again, feeling a flash of that flooding surge, hands on each other’s buttocks, as they danced the Whakka up close for the first time..

           starting slow and mocking, ironic and gasping with sex,

           breaking into short lines of fast double rhythms,

           short but next time a little bit faster and longer..

She heard a far off shrieking cry, on the mountain, and something was flapping in the breeze, maybe the bugs would blow away.

Now she was even wider awake, stretching her hot body and leaning on Paco in his sleeping bag..

          you danced it embracing, as a slow number,

           and ended up rubbing wickedly against your partner at double speed!

It had been deliciously lecherous, Paco finally got going!

Then Damo had ruined her night, her stupid jealous ugly little brother!..

She had rolled over to look for the ringing phone, taking care the mosquito net didn’t open again. Locating it, she jabbed a flashing button.

          -‘Hello Tessa this is Pardy.. Hello Tessa.. Are you awake at all…hello can you hear me…..’-

          -‘Hi super Pardy baby. What the hell’s wrong now?’-

           -‘Hello Tessa. Sorry to wake you. They say the invasion has finally begun. They’ve landed troops up and down the coast and they came across the border.’-

           -‘Oh my God.. Macker and Maxie were on border patrol, the stupid, stupid.. ‘-

Paco was stirring in the bag, catching the urgent tone.

           -‘Yes well we don’t know what happened yet. The phone they had was cut off.. ‘– Barney explained.

           -‘Oh no no no, oh shit oh.. ‘-

           -‘Don’t worry there’s no battles, like, it seems like a really Mickey-Mouse invasion.’-

           -‘Micky-Mouse ‘Wise-Mass’ as well. How can we not resist them, and at the same time blow them up!’-

           -‘I know I know. But we can’t talk by phone. Listen we’ve called a Coppice Pool Assembly for half ten this morning here. Then some of us will try to get back to the city. Maggie’s Ashes Ceremony is postponed, er, sure thing your CLAN group will want to go up for the demos and that. Can you make it down for the meeting?’-    see glossary here

           -‘Yeah of course. We can get there in an hour and a half from here.’-

           -‘If you leave early you’ll have time to come down the Adventure Way. Nancy has the harnesses.’-

           -‘Well maybe..’- She wasn’t keen.

           -‘The lads are well into it anyway. They want to do it, and I need their opinions.’-

           -‘Okay then. But Damo’s being a pig as usual.’-

           -‘I hope nothing bad happened to Duna and Lila?‘- Barney asked.

           -‘No, of course not. Duna’s great, taking care of everyone. They slept early in the tent. No. I’m happy to babysit Duna, she’s a goody.’-

           -‘One more thing. Can you wake Danny and ask him to ring Sol here now. He wants to go right now and needs an assistant.’-

           -‘Okay I’ll do that.’- Tessa groaned and started digging for the torch.

           -‘Leave the tents with Nancy okay. And tell them all, that anyone undoing both safety clips gets punched on the nose, by me.’-

           -‘Okay but … Well let’s hope my brother and Maxie show up soon.’-

           -‘They’ll be back I bet, see you here about midday then. Big kiss Tessa. Keep cool with Damo.’-

           -‘Huh! That’s impossible! Bye bye.. ‘-

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 Damo was hanging back, just following the thick wooded track. He’d been eaten by mosquitoes while he slept. Or by something worse! Leeches? Lice? Too shy to shed his heavy pocket-pants. Itching and scratching till he bled, and feeling that he stank.

The sweat dripped off his balls, and down his legs.

Carrying the rucksack, of course. A lump in his throat and tears in his eyes, after another furious row with Tessa before leaving. Now thinking of his brother Macker, sure that the bastards had got him, sure they would kill him.

Damo just about suppressed a sob.

          -‘Just get away from me Damo you moron you pathetic fucking brainless stinking idiot. Get out of my sight you smelly wanker. Too stupid to wank! No wonder everyone hates you. You stink! Where are your friends? You got no friends coz everyone hates you boring boring bad tempered lazy shit! Just get your spotty pus filled ugly mug out of my life and stop making me miserable ‘-

Tessa had ranted on to her darling younger brother, and more besides!

Of course he did know how to wind her up all right, but that was self defence… Accuse her in public of stealing his things, of spreading false stories about him, of having it easy in prison and making up lies to get credit, of being fat and smelly..

But it was true that he had no friends. And maybe he would just prefer to get into his own thoughts, who wouldn’t? Detention hadn’t been so bad in that way. Couldn’t be worse than Tessa slagging him off.

Mocking him in front of Duna and the others.

Especially in front of her.

Because he had been surprised by a powerful and totally secret love for Duna. Since he first saw her coming down the gangplank, with Paco and her mama Lucy. That moment, when she swung over the rail after her mum, showing her golden black legs and bright yellow knickers.

Duna. Too frightened to jump, gnawing her knuckles, only two meters up, incredibly beautiful and vulnerable. Then jumping off blindly, eyes closed. To be caught and swung by a laughing Sol on the dock below.

He was thinking about gorgeous Duna, and whacking a vicious looking thorn bush with his stick. That lump stayed stuck in his throat, pondering his pathetic folly, that someone as repulsive as himself should dream of such a girl.

Such a woman, he should say, because on another level he saw she really was a special person, apart altogether from the amazing crush he had on her.

One thing was she just talked to you, and touched you and listened to everyone all the time. Duna just assumed that everyone she met, even himself, had an important emotional life, which she, and why not everyone else, was eager and privileged to share, and of course needed to tell each other about, immediately.

Where the hell was that coming from? She said her mother was a witch!

Thinking of Duna… ah… with faraway thunder already grumbling. Damo slowed even more,  stopped to drag a fallen branch from the new track..

And also because she was just so so sexy! He could reproduce her image in his head, in loving detail.

To him Duna’s puppy fat reflected heaven on earth, why not!

Her eyes, her hair, her dark exotic skin, oh, her little pink nipples that stuck up, so brave and free! Her…

But there she was! What? In the flesh? There was Duna herself!

Padding back down the mulchy path in her moccasins and orange flannel skirt.

Of course. She had come back for him!

          -‘Oh hi Damo I am coming for you. Come on don’t be sad, let’s walk.’- And she took his two hands in hers.

           -‘Wh wh um, thanks for uh coming.’- His breathing was out of order.

           -‘I’m happy for to come, let’s go. Is gonna rain pronto.’-

Damo was struck dumb, shocked that his erotic fantasy was a real person. They set off, hand in hand.

           -‘Maybe you tell me what is really the problem by your sister?’-

           -‘Er, well, she can’t stand me. And she has to be with me as I got no friends’-

Damo shrugged, suddenly jubilant. He was saying something intelligent, and he was holding Duna’s soft hand!

          -‘Then I get irritated and make up something terrible.’-

           -‘For me she’s dominating and bossy.’-

           -‘Really?’

           -‘Yes sure and I got a problem for share the room with her, even for a temporary um time, but under this she’s a great person.’-

           -‘I know that really but.. Is this the way?’-

They had stopped, where the path went suddenly down steeply into a cave, past geological and Eco Information Boards.

           -‘Oh yes I am turning here, is a short cave, come down. Now tell me please what is your problem Damo. Tell me quickly all the hard things for you, then I tell you mine.’-

There were stalagmites and stalactites, Duna was embracing one. Big ones and small. Cold drips on their overheated bodies.

           -‘Ummm cool at last! Come on. Tell me now.’-

           -‘My problems are, Tessa is older and clever and does everything well. Me, I need to hide in my safe thoughts. I can’t read or write very well yet, while Macker’s a scholar, so they say I’m stupid. I am stupid, that’s why I got no friends, um.. My mum died. My dad killed himself in the alcoholic asylum, I’m.. ‘-

He stopped. Goggling at Duna, who was licking and undulating against the cold, slimy stalactite.

           -‘Mmmm salty and cool. One moment please, um, you got no friends coz you scare them off, coz you think they can’t like you, coz you think you’re stupid?

           -‘Something like that, er, and also people look down on travellers.. ‘-

Then she had grabbed his hand, pulling him round two corners, under an overhang. They were crawling and scrambling out onto a wide stone ledge, overlooking the valleys. Panting, their knees a bit scratched, they could see right down the twin gorge.

Gigantic cumulus clouds were boiling up above them, the cables below criss-crossing the chasm.

           -‘Go on, go on, tell me more. We can find the answer out, what more, don’t stop..’- Duna insisted.

           -‘I’m 13, I hardly shave, and pus squirts out my spots, when I…’- ‘

           -‘I’ve got something good for that, in my bag..’- she broke in.

They set out across the apparently easy rope-way bridge, clicking onto the safety cable. But soon they were sweating and laboring, and still not getting even half way. Finally they reached the far side, collapsing in the muddy grass.

Then Damo’s mind shifted up a whole gear.

          -‘My head is too full I can’t speak. Full of paintings I can’t paint. Stories I can’t tell, and songs, all trying to jump out and be free..’-

It was true, but Damo couldn’t believe he’d just said it out loud.

          -‘Hey cool you’re an artist!’- Duna had found water, gushing out of the cliff wall, and started splashing herself, wetting her skirt. -‘Two more bad things and you’re finished. Tell me horrible secrets..’-

           -‘I’m always in the way. Er, I’m clumsy and slow and very very boring. Now the torturers got my brother and Maxie and.. ‘-

He stopped, half laughing almost crying, why was he confessing to her? She was nodding at him to continue, scooping more water onto her head.

           -‘I know nothing at all about girls and I can’t ask.. I don’t even know what is a, a period, or, or a c-clitoris..’-

           -‘Really!?. Oh wow! Then this is my lucky day!’-

Duna tucked up her wet flannel skirt, and seemed about to give an illustrated lecture.

He thought she had flowery underwear, then remembered the stick-ons.

Her smile spread out from ear to ear.

As she peeled open two petals of a purple lily. To reveal and feel. And show off her little pink gem.

           -‘The girls here give friendly names to their clitorises. Lila calls hers Kissy, get it?. Maybe coz you’re a poet you can think of a gooder name? My Mama calls hers Erosa and… See how she comes out if you play with her, look, bigger and super good. Like yours but more, um, littler..’-

Damo was half entranced half horrified. As she swung a leg up the mossy bank, showing herself off.

           -‘Kissy?.That flower smells real.’– he whispered, biting his lips -‘It’s a lovely lily.’-

           -‘Lovely Lily. That’s it, that’s fine!  Look I’ll show you how I..‘-

She was sniffing the false lily aroma.

         -‘Oooo, these eco-tattoos smell delicioso. They even taste good, like nectar.. But I can’t reach down to her, um. Can you..um..?’-

But Damo was spaced out and totally missed the moment.

          -‘Oh no no I promised my Mama no!’- she laughed merrily.

Patting down her floppy dress, she kissed his cheek.

          -‘Don’t be sad Damo anymore please. Tell me a good secret now and we’ll be friends okay? I got an idea I’m waiting to ask you.’-

           -‘You do? Oh, something good, er let’s see. I can remember everything that ever happens to me, er. Oh look the next cable starts here.’-

           -‘A good secret, about me. Come on if you can’t tell we can’t be friends. Yes or no. Now!’-

He was stuck, suddenly she was being very hard.

          -‘Well okay um there’s one thing see I..’– No no he couldn’t.

          -‘Just say it what the hell!’– She sounded like Lucy, her mother.

           -‘I’m in love with you Duna.’- he blurted.- ‘Since I first saw you jumping off the boat. I know this ruins everything, um.. ‘–

He stopped, because she’d put her hands on his face, and was kissing both cheeks. Grinning like a porpoise.

           -‘I knew it I knew it, that’s why I was timid about talking to you. I’m not in love, sorry, but it don’t matter we can be friends. Only you gotta treat me normal like your amiga and just be normal. If you can do this I’ll help you okay?’-

           -‘Yes yes yes that’s, er, fine, I know you’re a good person apart, um I. You’re my friend! Um I don’t need to do anything I mean, sorry. I’m happy just to see you..’- He didn’t know what to say.

           -‘Well let’s see if you get better from it. This is my idea, mira, look, my brother Paco and Tricia are really like lovers right now. I mean they’re fifteen both. But they got nowhere in Little Agnes Street to um, meet. Coz I’m sharing with her and you’re with Paco in your room. Oh but Paco’s very happy with you. He says you’re clean and friendly and very quiet and boring.’-

Damo was nodding quickly, starting to catch her drift.

           -‘And you don’t really stink, Damo.’-

She was staring straight into his eyes, from just a foot away, her fingers round his neck, twisting and curling his hair.

          -‘I can’t believe you’re saying this. Are you saying, um, sorry I don’t get it.’-

 He glanced about, squirming, on one leg..

          -‘Yes you do. We share your room. Only for a short time, by most until the other house comes empty. Then I show you how to read properly, and you correct me my English……What do you say?..We treat us as only friends and help you and me.?. ‘-

She leaned back, peering quizzically, then gripped him and heaved, and momentarily lifted him right off the ground.

          -‘You wanna do a dope deal baby?’-

She couldn’t stop laughing at his gob-smacked face.

But kindly disguised it so he could start laughing too.

           -‘I am a dope already. Yes yes of course you got a deal. I can’t believe it.. You don’t hate me!’-

           -‘That’s cool then.’– She slapped his shoulder gently. -‘Are we going down this cable now?’-

           -‘Why don’t we try this one yes, and skip the others. Go by the path so we can catch up.’-

           -‘Catch what? My first problem is the high places. They scare my pants off.’-

           -‘Me too… what else?’- The control light was still flashing green and she was hooking the set of wheels on the harness to the cable.

           -‘I tell my secrets when we are arriving back to our room okay. But first I need to make it okay with my Mama. I will explain you girly things, okay?.’-

           -‘We say ‘explain to you’, not ‘explain you’.

           -‘Thank you Damo! Explain TO me everything.’-

           -‘We need to go to the CLAN first. And ask them to get Macker and Maxie back. There’ll be a demo and.. Look! You just lock on the safety catch, grip down here.’-

          -‘I know that already thanks. But maybe they’re now by our home waiting for us. Then we gonna throw away that horrible army.. Oh shit Damo it’s impossible. You have to push me I can’t jump!’-

It was a terrifying drop, across the deep half gorge.

–‘No no, no puedo. I can not jump..’-

           -‘You don’t jump silly. Just lift your legs and hang so it rolls along. But nearer the edge, here I’ll hold you.’-

Damo held her in his arms and neither one let go.

She turned and kissed his mouth gravely. Gravity was slowly pulling them apart, with little gasps of terror. Lifting her knees, she drifted away backwards, out into the windy void, their outstretched hands separating slowly.

Like the awful end of a tragic Bollywood romance.

          -‘See you in a minute then. If I die you get my cuddly pig!’-

Barney narrating

           -‘Hey Barney bring down my bag. It’s somewhere there.’- Lucy called up to the balcony. Where I was clearing away the last of our office as the storm began.

          -‘And the other computer leads.’- came Bernie’s voice. ‘They must be still up there.’-

I’d been working up on the wide balcony since before dawn. Lucy’d been there all night long, taking part in a Women’s Rescue show and chatting with her friends all over. So it was she who had raised the alarm.

The invasion had really begun.

It’s relatively cool there at night, and often beautiful, with the mist swirling up from the wooded valleys. You can see the sea on a clear day, and imagine the Ice Age.

We’d planned to have the local Assembly outside as well, on that big balcony terrace at the front of Maggie’s Kitchen, our self-catering hostel. It’s a fantastic free hotel, based on an old drying barn for coppice cuttings. Successive project groups have fitted upstairs platforms, dormitories and showers, log walls and a real kitchen of course, and stacks more stuff.

The neighbours were already gathering. We’d have our little meeting instead in the covered terrace below.

But the kids still hadn’t arrived from their first ever descent of the new Adventure Way. A strange and scary early morning storm was beginning. I was worried, which was unusual for me. Everything had been made double safe, but the violent and unpredictable climate change was breaking new records every month.           Ref 5. Runaway climate change

Lucy read my face. She saw that I was nervous straight away, and started getting frantic herself.

           -‘I can’t get through to Paco please let’s go look for them now!’-

           -‘They’ll arrive in a minute sure if something happened they’d turn on the alarm or phone us.’-

           -‘But look at that wind, they’ll get blown away!’-

           -‘Let’s give them five minutes. Look Bernie’s set up the office down here.’-

Bernie had found a good corner, in the dining, work, and play hall downstairs. Now she pulled back her headphones.

Weary and concerned wrinkles were lining up around her face.

Lucy sat on the bench beside her. The page had come up, and suddenly she resumed her typing.

           -‘Finally we’re postponing the Health and D-School conferences, it’s a pity, but we’ll have more time to prepare.’- said Bernie. -‘Did you send the translated report yet?’-

           -‘Yes yes, well I’m just finishing now..’-

           -‘Look. Look at Moonbeam now. How bossy she is!’-

Moonie had the two Parker kids and Josie copying her. Marching behind her round the library and workshop area. There was another loud crackle of thunder and they dived under a table together, squealing.

           -‘The bombs, the bombs! The bombs are falling down!’-

 

A wild banging noise came louder and louder.

Like angry giants crashing through the trees .

           -‘We’d better cut the lekky, I’m going to close shutters.’- said Bernie. And rushed off.

           -‘Why don’t you try phoning them again Barney?’-

           Lucia was typing flat out while switching language. Yet was able to hold a conversation at the same time.

I stood behind her a moment, started massaging her neck, and temples. She began squirming her bare back against my tummy, arching, then groaning. Finally she stopped typing and pressed save. Threw her head back, and tried to rise and kiss me upside down.

           -‘That’s finished at last.’– she sighed, turning.

Grabbing me hard and urgently. Then breaking away.

            -’It’s all translated into Spanish, I’ve put in a cover note to reassure the mothers.. But why don’t they come Barney, oh why, why why?’-

 I noticed the window behind her had gone black dark, as if night had fallen again.

-‘Is that report for the families of the exchange kids?‘- I asked, to pass time. My own stomach was churning.

-‘Yunkers, please, not kids. There’s a program that sends it to everyone. More than forty thousand addresses, between individuals and media and..’-

Now she was staring in my eyes from too close up, tears on her cheeks, holding me tightly and pulling me too strongly against her.

           -‘But what does, um, what does it, er, say?‘- As if I didn’t know.

The lights went out, her face was flickering black.

            -‘It just says none of the foreign visitors are dead, and just two lightly injured, plus three arrests only, and, um. Giving details of the campaigns against the invasion and what they have to do to help..’-

She was pinching my back and leg, trying to lift and hurting me, but I didn’t complain..

           -‘Then saying it’s all exaggerated, that we can manage and like, absorb their troops, oh, only so few of them and, and not to believe anything on Fux TV and.. ‘-

 

I was half listening. Our legs were mixing up.

While another part of me was marveling at my luck.

Only now in the middle of the crisis did I really get it. This amazing woman was actually in love with me! How else could you explain it. And I realized then that I’d never been so mad about anyone else, not ever. I mean.. I was always thinking about her.

Lucy had stopped explaining and started crying. And I cradled her loosely as she sniffed and wept with worry. Twisting against my chest.

And how come we had somehow both fallen in love! Lucky or what? And what did that mean?

Then I saw in the lightning flash, why I’d been denying we were gonna be lovers.

I was afraid to lose my safe little groove. I

I’d been saying no because I was scared I’d break down again and have to reject her. But now I was through that, hopefully.

And a moment later all kinds of new scenarios were slotting into place..

The kids, the house, our future.

I should be ashamed of myself, being blocked up for so long, never seeking help, while giving good advice myself.

That’s when I let my lips join with her shivering ones, and my tongue slid under hers. I kissed Lucia for the first time because I wanted to, not just letting her kiss me.

She realized that straight away and hugged me even closer.

Like she’d fold me up and wrap me into her.

That whacking noise distracted us. Bushes lashing the hostel walls. We have the big pine trees tied with steel cables so they can’t fall on the wooden houses.

            -‘That’s it Barney I’m going out.

She was pulling me and I followed towards the door.

Shouting over a tremendous roll of thunder, then I was lighting the oil lamp.

            -‘Let’s go, let’s go I’m pissing in my pants!’-

 

But just as she spoke the door swung violently open, side-swiping a chair, and Paco, Tessa, Damo, Lila and Duna came piling in. Unslinging their bags, hopping with cold, hailstones falling from their hair. Heaving the door shut and starting to strip off sopping clothes.

Making puddles in front of the wood stove.

Lucy had vaulted over the table and grabbed Duna and then Paco. Getting wet herself.

           -‘O mis pequeños estábamos tan tan preocupados por vosotros. We were so so worried about you my little ones.’-

           -‘No pasa nada Mama hemos triunfado!..‘- said Duna. Kissing her and explaining that everything was fine.

Bernie had appeared with the towels and another lamp.

I’d thrown in kindling wood. The stove was instantly blazing up with the sucking wind.

           -‘There’s a torrent running down the path!’-

           -‘I’m soppy. Let me in. I’m soppy.’- Paco got in by the stove.

           -‘Did they find Macker and Maxie yet?’- Tessa asked.

           -‘We know where Macker is. There’s a report from some Clanners who made friends with the army, that came across where they were.’- I explained.

           -‘What did they say?’-

           -‘They’re sure it was Macker was arrested. For setting off two mines that didn’t hurt anybody. They think he was, er, badly treated.’-

–‘They’re torturing Macker! Oh no, and Maxie too?’-

–‘We still don’t know. It’s too early, but she must have got away.’- I tried to sound optimistic.

            -‘Shit bastards. They got Macker!’– said Damo.

            -‘Seems like it. We’re all going up for the demo. They’re sure to do the Ultimatum thing.’-

           -‘What? Have they killed people?’–  asked Tessa.

           -‘Their special forces are doing atrocities, but not where they got Macker. You’ll see.’-

Then we all ducked as another massive flash and bang went off.

           -‘Tell us about the Adventure Way. We were so worried you’d fallen down the gorge!’-

           -‘No way, you know it’s safe, you cannot fall.’- said Duna. Sharing a towel with Lila in front of the hot stove.

          -‘But the trees can fall.’– said Bernie.

–‘That’s why the cables bolt into the rock.’-

           -‘It was terrifying mama the tirolinas are terrifying.’-

           -‘But was it educational?’– asked Lucy.

            -‘Yes yes yes. Do we have time to go up and come down again?’- Paco asked.

           -‘No way, another day. Sure we’ll come here a lot.’- Lucy glanced round at me. –‘Is it okay if we come here a lot?’-

I nodded and winked at her, but still not really convinced. Just then the lights came back on.

           -‘The Party was creative and fantastic..‘- said Paco. Rubbing Tessa’s hair.

            -‘And mama. Me and Lila didn’t fuck nobody.’-

           -‘Double negative Duna.’- said her brother. -‘In English that implies that you did make love to somebody.’-

           -‘But we didn’t. Tell to them Lila.’-

 Lila just giggled and blushed, her teeth clacking. The towel she shared with Duna was much too small, so she was tugging and squashing to keep covered. Half frozen, shy to be seen undressing, yet even shyer to be publicly rubbing naked against her friend.

But Duna loved to pose, rubbing her rastacurls with the other end, and showing off her erotic stick-on tattoos. She was happy to reveal herself and her bashful friend. Really there were only ourselves in sight.

While Tessa and Paco were drying each other, absorbed and chatting non-stop, like grooming chimps I once saw in the zoo.

            -‘There’s a great slide through a cave and under a waterfall…’-

           -‘And the last swing..WOW!…’-

Even the morose and brooding Damo had shed his sodden pants.

With an odd swagger, ice pellets spilling from his hair and pockets.

All eyes zoomed in, for a first glimpse of his athletic looking, pure white body,.

He was almost hairless, with interesting bright pink underparts, but maybe that was due to the hailstones.

            -‘Mama I need to tell you everything now!’- Duna exclaimed, staring at him.

           -‘Luego vale. Later okay. Come into the meeting for a bit they’re just starting. But get some clothes on you quick.’-

-‘Okay but that doesn’t matter here. Oh mama, please don’t worry, just relax.’

 

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