Jun 18
“We sat holding hands, looking over the bay sparkling under the moon. Now we could be alone together whenever we wanted, without parents breathing down our necks. John leant over and kissed me. He tried to move closer but bumped his knee on the gearstick. I leant down to kiss it better but found the gearstick in my chest. We climbed into the back seat and sat there kissing, our tongues mingling. John suggested we lie down. That wasn’t easy either. Our knees and feet were squashed up against the window, then John kneed me in the balls. We'd have to open the door. But not there.”
Holding the Man