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not to squeal, to moan, grip hold of the Ferrari cover, then his neck, his hair.
    "Easy," he coos, "don't fucking pull my hair out."  He laughs, comes up.  He's ready, enters me, hard, sweat on his forehead, eyes glazed, panting.  His mouth goes peculiar, turns downwards, his tongue pokes out when he's come, then he breaks into this sexy grin.  The look of love.  I smile.
    He doesn't pull out of me, says, "This feels messy.  Move with me."  And it dawns on me that he didn't use a condom. He pulls me up, we shuffle a few steps together towards the box of tissues which is on the desk.  I'm holding around his waist, laughing, he extends an arm, snatches at a couple of tissues, gently eases out of me, tissues at the ready.  Passes me a few too.  I wipe myself, and hand them back to him.  He laughs, aims towards the waste paper basket and shoots them in.  I frown. “Mom will empty it tomorrow.”
    He holds my hand, pulls me into the kitchen where the oval dining table is set.  Ben comes through from the lounge, says, "About time."  Nathan pulls out a chair for me and I sit down.  He goes to Ben, punches his arm and says, "What have we got?"
    "Mac and cheese."
    "You'll love Mom's Mac and cheese," Nathan says to me, "it's the best."
    His Dad comes in from the lounge.  "Hello Magdala," he says.
    "Hello Mr Stratton," I say, demurely, but I'm anything but.  Just ten minutes ago my dress was up around my neck and my underwear were down around my ankles, and I feel embarrassed because they both must know, Ben and his father, what we were doing in there, while they were out here waiting for dinner.  I can tell Nathan doesn't give a shit though, he looks smug, content.  Ben pours me a glass of water, but I don't make eye contact. Nathan puts a plate in front of me.  He stands behind me, strokes my hair, then kisses the top of my head.  His father and brother are watching.  Then he puts his own plate on the table.  He does everything with such carefree ease, sits down, and kisses my cheek.  I've come to expect it, all his adulation and attention, his constant touch, but his father and brother I notice are still watching him, like they're enthralled by his behavior.
    "Salt and pepper, Ben," Nathan says, and it's like they snap out of it, and Ben sits across from me and his father takes his plate into the lounge.  Nathan and Ben talk about the party, who's going, what's happening.
    "You drinking?" Ben asks him.
    "No I'm working tomorrow," Nathan says.  "You?"
    "Working too," he says.  I'm pretty sure Ben works in fast food, he's the same age as me.
    "Do you work Magdala?" Ben asks me.
    Nathan answers for me, "She doesn't have time to work.  She plays the piano."
    Ben looks up at me.
    "Like plays it properly," Nathan explains, "practices hours a day, exams and stuff."
    "Oh," Ben says.  "Like in a band?"
    I shake my head, "Classical stuff," I say, "it's pretty boring."
    "And she surfs," Nathan says.
    "Cool," Ben replies.  I just smile.  I don't need to talk when I'm with Nathan.  I kind of love the way he talks for me.  He sounds so proud.  He makes me sound more interesting than I really am.
     
    I never considered myself to be exceptional in any way. In a way I've always felt like I was an extension of Cassian and Jakey and Raff, because we'd always hung out together.  It was only when starting at Briarwood that I branched out on my own, was forced to, and even then I'd found it hard to make good friends because I'd never hung out with girls before.  Cash and Jakey seemed to accept that I tagged onto them wherever they went, and they always looked out for me.
    Dating Stacey Portman had, in a way, been my coming out, had been my first taste of independence, my escape from the fold.  And when it failed I had just slotted right back in with the boys, as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn't just experienced my first heartbreak.  Dad was pragmatic in that way too.  His attitude was to just get on with