II. John"It's a risky thing, to keep on pushing me like that," I tell Cath.
"Oh yeah? What am I risking?"
She's taunting me. I like it.
"For one, you might've had to go to bed hungry."
"There's no way I'd be hungry for long if we're in bed," she says.
She's right. My body reacts immediately.
I'm fed up with feeling crippled by doubts and worries until she takes initiative. Not this time. If all her teasing suggests what I think it does, she's eager for me to step up. No more Mr. Shy Guy.
I need to get home and prepare for an early start tomorrow, I know that. She knows it too. But here we are, walking through the cold and empty streets. The occasional broken street light means parts of the way home are plunged in darkness. And she has no knickers on. I seize the opportunity upon not
