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ORDINARY GIRLS, ORDINARY LIVES
Thomas smiled at Mary indulgently. He was pretending to listen as she spoke, but in reality he was mentally undressing her and fantasising about the things he would like to do to her.
Mary had been around long enough to ignore the leer he seemed to be oblivious to, or was simply making no attempt to hide. She ignored him and simply carried on speaking. “Then, when we’ve done that, we’ll go down to the Minories, see if there’s any johns down there.”
“Go on then,” Thomas agreed. “Another hour at least, then back ‘ere and we’ll ‘ave a nice drink together.”
“Do ya think Jake will be back by then?” Mary asked.
Thomas struggled to keep his smile in place. “What do you wanna worry about ‘im for? I’ll be ‘ere, that’s what matters, an’ this time save your mon
