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jeans and pants down allowing his cock to spring up, long and hard.
    Sadie ran her mouth down his chest and belly and took his prick in her mouth. ‘God,’ he said.
    She cupped his balls as he took off her panties too, and he put his fingers into her cleft which was already hot and wet.
    â€˜Yes, oh yes, Spence,’ she breathed. ‘That’s so good.’
    â€˜Let me in you,’ he said, and she pushed her knickers off, rolled onto her back and opened her legs wide.
    He wrestled off his boots, tore open a condom packet with his teeth and rolled it on, then quickly mounted her, his trousers around his ankles. It was awkward, but Sadie didn’t care as the long length of him pushed deep inside her.
    â€˜Oh fuck,’ she shouted as her long nails cut into his back. ‘Oh fuck, you dirty fucker.’
    He covered her mouth with his as he pumped her hard, and she could already feel her orgasm building.
    â€˜Harder, you bastard, harder,’ she ordered, but his tongue was halfway down her throat, and he probably didn’t hear, or care, but harder he went until she pulled her head back and screamed, and he shot his load into the rubber.
    They lay together for a few minutes, both breathing hard, before Spence withdrew, removed the condom and dropped it on the floor.
    â€˜Well, that’s the best thing I’ve ever got from Ilford market,’ said Sadie, breathlessly.

13

    Which just left Poppy. The anger at Joseph’s betrayal cut her deeper with every day. She paced the floor of their flat uninterested in the luxury in which she lived, knowing that he was spending more and more time with his baby mother and the child. She felt that she had nowhere to turn. Her mother was a lost cause who just sat indoors all day drinking sweet wine, smoking the cheapest tipped king size cigarettes she could find, reading the Daily Mirror and watching The Jeremy Kyle Show on ITV. So once more she turned to Sadie. Poppy would ring her and talk for hours. Sadie actually welcomed the calls, as they took her mind off her own problems. She was still seeing Spence, but was becoming bored with his squalid lifestyle, and knew it wouldn’t be long before she dumped him.
    â€˜Let’s meet up Poppy darlin’,’ she said one bright morning a week before Eddie’s court day. ‘Let’s just you and me have lunch, maybe do a bit of shopping.’
    â€˜Where?’ asked Poppy.
    â€˜West End,’ said Sadie. ‘Let’s push the boat out. I’ll come in on the train, cab it from Liverpool Street. It’s been ages since I’ve done that. We’ll get a bit pissed and spend some of those sods ill-gottens.’
    â€˜Sounds good to me,’ said Poppy. ‘Serves the bastards right.’
    They arranged to meet in Selfridges in the wine bar next to the food hall the next day at eleven. Poppy was early and mooched around the lingerie department, bitterly remembering when Joseph was interested in her underwear.
    Sadie arrived fifteen minutes late as Poppy was sitting at the bar staring into a glass of bottled water. ‘Sorry love,’ she said, giving the younger woman a big hug. ‘Traffic’s murder, and I swear my cabbie didn’t know his arse from his elbow.’
    Despite herself, Poppy had to smile. Sadie’s bitching never failed to cheer her up.
    â€˜What’s that you’re drinking?’ asked Sadie.
    â€˜Water.’
    â€˜Do leave off. You know what fishes do in it?’
    â€˜This is supposed to come from the mountains of Mourne or somewhere,’ said Poppy, peering at the bottle.
    â€˜Bollocks. Water’s water. Come on love, we ain’t here for a wake, though you look like you might be,’ and she called for a bottle of Pinot Blanc and two glasses.
    They moved to a table, and despite one or two glances Sadie fired up a Silk Cut. ‘Fuck ‘em,’ she said looking round. ‘The bloody prices they