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    The room must have belonged to Tom’s little sister; everything in sight was pink, except for Louise, who was sitting on the bed on top of a Flower Fairies duvet cover.
    â€œHello, Charlie,” she said. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
    So that much at least was true. Charlie smiled, or perhaps grimaced, unsure of how to proceed.
    â€œYou’d better shut the door,” she said and patted the bed enticingly.
    Charlie sat down.
    â€œYou look exactly like him,” Louise said, staring at Charlie in a way that made him feel even more uncomfortable.
    â€œWe’re identical,” Charlie said awkwardly. He hated it when people commented on how alike he and Whiskey were. He especially didn’t want to talk about it with Louise. But Louise continued to study him.
    â€œI think Whiskey’s a little taller,” she said thoughtfully.
    It was true, but Charlie was hardly about to admit it. He wanted to get off the topic of Whiskey altogether.
    â€œClaire said you wanted to talk about something.”
    â€œWell, we can talk anytime. Wouldn’t you rather kiss me?” Louise said. And then she leaned forward unexpectedly and pressed her mouth against his. Charlie had a moment’s hesitation. It didn’t seem right to start kissing without a little more chitchat. And given that Louise had just broken up with Whiskey, Charlie probably shouldn’t be kissing her at all. But she smelt like fruit salad, and her mouth was so warm and soft that Charlie couldn’t help himself. He leaned in closer to her, but she pulled away to look at him again.
    â€œIt’s so weird kissing you,” she said. “I feel like I’m still kissing Whiskey.”
    There they were, back to Whiskey already. But then Louise pulled his face into hers as though nothing else mattered, and side by side in that pink and sparkly room, they kissed until Charlie couldn’t tell where his mouth ended and Louise’s began. Without knowing how they got there, Charlie found that they were lying down on the bed, and getting to second base happened so quickly he barely had time to take it in. Even the fact that he couldn’t undo Louise’s bra didn’t slow them; she sat up and took it off herself, and though she had hardly any breasts to speak of, her perfect pink nipples were as soft as her mouth, and Charlie found that her breast size didn’t matter at all. They were pressed thigh to thigh, hip to hip, and Charlie had the biggest erection of his life.
    When Louise looked at her watch and said, “Imagine if Whiskey knew what we were doing,” Charlie knew something was wrong, but when she undid his belt and put her hand inside his boxer shorts, he didn’t care, he didn’t care. The feeling of Louise’s hand wrapped around his penis was so intense, so consuming, that he didn’t even care when the door opened and he saw Whiskey standing there, with Claire behind him.
    â€œDon’t stop, it doesn’t matter,” Charlie groaned, feeling himself only seconds from ejaculating. But as soon as the door was closed, Louise pulled her hand away and, seeing the look on her face, Charlie understood what he had taken part in.
    It had all been for Whiskey. Louise wasn’t interested in Charlie at all. Now that Whiskey had caught her with Charlie, caught her going farther than she had with him, Charlie might as well have not existed. She didn’t even look at him while she put on her bra and straightened her clothes. Charlie didn’t care that he’d been set up, that Louise had used him. Those twenty minutes he had spent with her had been the best twenty minutes of his entire life. What he couldn’t stand was that this moment, this triumph, was not his own. That even when he had overtaken Whiskey, it was Whiskey who had helped him to do it, so the triumph, as always, was Whiskey’s.

Echo
    In the lead-up to their departure from England,