Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

Not Near London

it,’ he says, smiling cockily. ‘Her ring. Through her navel. Like the one that stuck out of my sister’s speaking doll? You lifted up the little dress and – ’ ‘Frickin heck. Try to be an adult, Jasper. Please.’ There are limits, as her mum would say. It’s worse because, being next to the aisle now and not tucked away by the window, his voice travels further. He ignores her, even though she is squeezing the life out of his forearm. ‘You lifted her little dress and pulled the ring and when it went back in she said…’ (he adopts a really loud falsetto): ‘ I’ve wet my knickers . It made me very happy. It were so-o-o sick!’ His falsettohassentaripple through the carriage, she can imagine the heads turning. It breaks through

the train’s sound, which is beyond loud. She presses herself against him. He is bony. ‘You know the face of the earth, Jasper? Right now I want you to fall the fuck off it.’ He is rocking his knees together, excited. ‘Or, wait: I’m hungry, Mummy. ’ She whispers in his ear, so close that her lips brush the pierced but currently vacant lobe: ‘What would hers say, then? Please piss off, annoying person? ’ ‘ Hiya, handsome boy, here’s my mobile number. ’ Knit and knit and knit her way into Jasper’s heart, the girl would. Suzie pulls a face. Jasper is almost in the orgasm zone. ‘ Screwme till it hurts, bruv. Up my Bristol Channel to Chipping Sodbury. ’ It is not

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