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  “Don’t worry, he’ll be next door. You can sneak in.”

  “What about Micky and that?”

  “As long as they behave themselves and don’t steal anything.”

  “Well I can’t promise you that. Your dad’s got some nice shit. He’s done well for a bricky.”

  “He’s a property developer.”

  “And what the fuck is that? A bricky in a smart suit? Sharky remembers when he used to lay bricks. He’s just a posh builder.”

  “He’s done well for himself.”

  “He ripped a lot of people off.”

  “He’s my dad Danny, don’t be like that.”

  “Well how do you want me to be? He fucking hates me just for being a Finn. Not good enough for his little girl, the brickie’s daughter. I can’t see him blessing our wedding”

  “And why would I want to marry an eejit like you? Answer me that Danny boy.”

  Danny stopped and grabbed her. “And why wouldn’t you want to marry me.”

  “You want me to make a list? You left school without a single O-Level, you don’t have a job, you swear, drink, smoke, and your brother is a fucking maniac.”

  “And why would you want to marry me?”

  She smiled. “Because I love you. and I’m Irish. Irish girls are stupid like that.”

  She kissed Danny.

  “Well if you loved me then you’d, you know.”

  “You know what?”

  “I was just thinkin’ its your birthday an’ all, we could have a bit of that.”

  “A bit of what?”

  “Sex.”

  “Wash your mouth out Daniel Finn! You dirty bastard. I’m not having sex with you. We’re not married and I’m not sixteen.”

  “What does that matter, we love each other.”

  “No I love you Danny boy, you are too much of a hard man to tell me you love me.”

  “But you know I do.”

  “Then why cant you say it?”

  “Nobody in my family says it.”

  “Well don’t expect to see my knickers then Danny. I’m not doing that with a boy who can’t tell me he loves me. I’m not having you get your wicked way with me just to abandon me for some other slut.”

  Danny shrugged his shoulders. “I bought you a nice present and everything.”

  “And you’re not buying your way into my bed either.”

  Danny started walking with her again. “You could at least let me feel your tits.”

  “You’re a bloody sex maniac Danny. There’s something wrong with you.”

  “I’m seventeen. It’s me fucking hormones. I get a hard on every time I see ya.”

  “That’s disgusting. I don’t want to know.”

  “I can’t help it.”

  Natasha shook her head as they walked. She sighed. “Alright, let’s go in the bushes. I’ll give you a hand-job and let you feel my tits. But I hope you’ve washed it.”

  “Now who’s the sex maniac eh Natasha Doyle?”

  “Alright suit yourself…”

  “I can give myself a handjob. What do I fekkin’ need that for? You do it too hard anyways.”

  “Are you going to talk about anything but sex?” Natasha asked annoyed. “That’s all boys ever think about.”

  “That’s because we don’t get enough of it.”

  Danny stared at Natasha.

  “What?”

  “I can’t help it. You’re beautiful so you are. I have strong feelings for you.”

  “You have urges. You need to take a cold shower.”

  “Will you at least think about it?”

  “Of course I’ll think about it. You think I don’t want to have sex? I have urges too you know. But I want it to be right, with the right person. Besides how do I know I can trust you to pull out?”

  ‘I’ll wear a condom.”

  “No chance. You might be a heathen Daniel Finn but I happen to take my beliefs seriously. You’re not wearing a condom.”

  “How do you know I haven’t got anything?”

  “Because nobody else wants to fuck you. You’re still a virgin.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “That would be tellin’,” Natasha said with a smile.

  If he was honest with himself Danny didn’t want to have sex with Natasha. He was only two years older than her at seventeen, and even though he loved her he also wanted to wait until the time was right, despite his raging teenage hormones. But the constant ribbing he took from Micky was getting annoying so he just wanted to get it out of the way.

  “SO DID YOU get anything out of her?” Micky asked, hanging outside the Camden Town Tube station dragging on a B&H King Size.

  Danny shrugged his shoulders. “She offered me a hand job.”

  “A fucking hand job? A blow job is what you want.”

  “Like you’ve ever had one of those.”

  “I’ve had plenty.”

  “Of course, I’m forgetting. Micky Finn, ladies-man. How many birds have you done then eh Micky?”

  “Loads of em,” replied Micky boastfully.

  “How Many?”

  “Fuckin’ loads,” he said. “Anyway, you’re a year older than me. and you’re still a bloody virgin.”

  “Did you tell Natasha?”

  “I didn’t need to. It’s all round her school. Everyone knows.”

  “Ah Fuck off Micky.”

  “You got the money?”

  Danny took out the roll of notes and handed it to Micky. “Where’s Billy?”

  “He’s gone down to Kings Cross to bang that hooker.”

  “She’s fuckin’ dirty.”

  “He likes that sort of thing. You should go with him.”

  “No chance.”

  “Of course. Waiting for Princess Doyle to show you her wares.” Micky peeled off a bunch of notes and tucked them in Danny’s shirt pocket. “Here you go. Treat her to something nice.”

  “I don’t know what to get her,” Danny said.

  “Get her some sexy knickers. Suspenders and all that shit.”

  “Do me a favour.”

  “Come on, there’s a knicker shop on the high street. I’ll help you choose a nice pair.”

  “I don’t even know what size she is.”

  “She’s five-foot six.”

  “I meant her bra and that you daft get.”

  “They’re about this big,” Micky said holding his hands up to his chest.

  Micky and Danny got back to the house just after ten.

  “You missed Dinner. Ma’s gone to bed. She’s left it for you in the fridge,” Sharky called at them as they came in the hall.

  “What about you then Sharky?” asked Micky as he took a beer out of the fridge and handed one to Micky then took one through to Sharky and collapsed into an armchair with his feet on the table.

  “Alright lads. Staying out of trouble I hope.”

  “Oh aye, we’re doin’ that alright Sharky. From what I heard you’ve had a spot of bother.”

  “What you heard?” Sharky asked sharply.

  “Some Turk kid down on the High Street. What the fuck is that all about?”

  Sharky shrugged as he watched the snooker. “Usual.”

  Micky nodded and swigged back the beer.

  Sharky shot him a suspicious look. “You been dealin’ again Micky.”

  “Of course not. Spot of this and that down the market, that’s all.”

  “You need to stay out of that.”

  “Well if we don’t do it Sharky the others will. We can’t spend the rest of our lives stealing TV’s.”

  “You let me worry about that.”

  “I’m just givin’ you the perspective from the streets. This isn’t the sixtie’s anymore. Times move on Sharky.”

  “What would you know? Sixteen? You haven’t even got your cock wet yet.”

  “Yes I fuckin’ have. More than you have, you old fecker.”

  “Wanking into your sock over Men Only doesn’t count Micky.”
r />   “Aye and neither does payin’ for it.” Micky smiled. Micky nodded at Danny.

  “He’s as bad as you. Pretty young bird and not so much as a sniff of it.”

  “I should think so. She’s fifteen. You behave yourself Danny.”

  “Don’t say that Sharky. He needs to get on the job like.”

  “No he doesn’t. She’s a decent girl. Don’t you go spoilin’ her you here? You want to take care of that. That girl’s going places.”

  “She’s not going into his bed though is she eh? She could be a lesbian. Goes to an all girl’s school, bound to be.”

  “Behave yourself Micky.”

  “Anyways big party tomorrow. He’s bought her some fancy knickers and all.”

  “What the fuck you doing buying her lingerie Danny? She’s fifteen.”

  “Micky told me too.”

  “Well don’t fucking listen to him. His idea of a bird is tucked under his mattress where he thinks Ma wont find it. And she did by the way. She burnt them.”

  “Ah you’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me! That was my favourite collection an’ all!”

  “You’re lucky she doesn’t give you a hidin’, bringing that filth into her house. You know what Ma is like.”

  “I’m going to bed,” said Danny getting up.

  “Well make sure you give those knickers a good sniff before you give them too her, it’s the last you’ll see of em’,” Micky said and grinned.

  Sharky shook his head. “Don’t listen to him Danny. He wouldn’t know what to do with a bird if he caught one.”

  “Fuck off grandpa,” Micky replied.

  Danny left the room.

  Sharky gave Micky a disapproving look. “Leave him alone Micky. He’s a good kid, she’s a nice girl, he needs to treat her right.”

  “He’s wastin’ his time with that one, she’s too smart for him. She’ll be off to some university and that’s the last he will ever hear from her. He should have a go now while he’s got the chance.”

  NATASHA LIVED IN a grand house on Chalcot Square in Primrose Hill.

  Her father, Patrick Doyle, had run a building contracting firm that had made its fortune during the construction boom of the city in the eighties, he’d bought the house as a collection of run down bedsits that had once housed Irish families two to a room with shared kitchens and bathrooms, using his fortune he had been able to convert it back to its original period splendour.

  He didn’t have much to do with the rest of the Irish community, and hated the Finn family with a vengeance. They represented the sort of people he considered had given the Irish such a bad name, and he had not forgotten the protection money his family had been forced to pay to ensure his building site wasn’t torched.

  Natasha was his only child, his wife Maeve had been unable to conceive after Natasha’s birth. Patrick was a typical Irish father of his generation and had made his wife’s life a misery. He ruled his house with authority and was a strict Catholic.

  For Natasha’s 15th birthday, he had lavished a party on her at their home, Natasha who went to a prestigious all-girls Catholic school had invited her friends, and her parents had agreed to go to a neighbours house on the strict understanding no boys were to be invited, and no alcohol, of course when Danny and Micky turned up they brought both to the girl’s collective delight.

  They arrived just after eight, having sneaked in to avoid the watchful eyes of Patrick.

  “Alright there Natasha,” said Micky with a smile. “Happy birthday to you,” he said handing her a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka.

  She looked at it. “Did you pay for this?” she asked.

  “What do you think?”

  “of course not…”

  “Now don’t be mean. You’ll hurt my feelings. Well give the birthday girl a kiss Danny boy. Don’t be shy.”

  Danny smiled at Natasha and kissed her bashfully. “Happy birthday,” He said handing her the present he’d bought under Micky’s advice.

  “Thank you. You better come in before my father sees you. Behave yourself Micky and no smoking in the house.”

  “Would I do such a thing?”

  “Yes you would.”

  They made their way into the large living room which was full of Natasha’s teenage classmates dancing.

  Micky smiled. “So many girls. So little time,” he said with a predatory smile.

  Micky took the alcohol he brought over to the drinks table and poured out several glasses. The girls descended on him like children onto Father Christmas.

  “Now don’t be shy ladies, there’s plenty to go around,” Micky said as he handed out vodka shots.

  Being teenagers, it didn’t take the girls long to get drunk, or for Micky to select a suitable female victim for his sexual advances. As one of Natasha’s drunk friends led him away to find somewhere more quiet he stopped by Danny.

  “Go on Danny. Your big night. Do you need a party hat?”

  “No I don’t.”

  “Well make sure you pull out.”

  Micky slapped him on the back and departed.

  Danny felt sick with nerves as Natasha, dancing, smiled at him. She was clearly slightly drunk from the vodka. Danny didn’t want to make his move but also didn’t want to leave and suffer the endless jibes from his brother.

  Natasha approached him put her arms around her to steady herself and French kissed him. “Let’s go to my room,” she said as she took his hand and picked up the wrapped present Danny had brought her on the way.

  It was the first time Danny had been in Natasha’s bedroom, it would be unthinkable for him to be there if her father was around.

  He sat down on the bed nervously.

  Natasha put her stereo on, walked over and sat on the bed and unwrapped her present. “So what did you get me?” she asked curious as she ripped the paper off.

  “It’s nothing really.”

  Having opened the present she removed the lace and silk matching lingerie set of bra and G-string. Her jaw dropped then she bit her lip. “Danny Finn what kind of girl do you take me for!”

  Danny shrugged his shoulders. “I thought girls like that sort of thing.”

  She shook her head in amused disbelief. “My father would ground me for life if he caught me wearing these, and kill you for buying them,” she said holding the bra up to her. “How do you know my size?”

  “The woman in the shop took a guess,” Danny said with a shrug.

  Natasha smiled. She kissed him. He smiled at her. “They are lovely. I love you.”

  He nodded. “I love you too,” he said.

  She raised her eyebrows and smiled softly. “You’re just saying that because you want it.”

  “No I’m not. You are right. We should wait. I don’t mind waiting,” he replied.

  She looked at him then looked at the lingerie. “Close your eyes.”

  Natasha pushed Danny down to lie on the bed and pulled his shoes off. “Close your eyes,” she insisted. Danny closed his eyes. She quickly pulled off her dress and underwear and put the lingerie Danny had bought her. She went over to her mirror and did her hair and makeup quickly then sprayed some scent on before returning to the bed and lying down next to Danny. “Ok you can open them now.”

  Danny opened his eyes and looked at Natasha with surprise, now dressed in the lingerie. He smiled.

  “You like your present?” she asked nervously.

  He nodded bashfully then kissed her, climbed on top of her quickly and started to undo his jeans, impatiently tugging at her bra.

  Micky and Danny Staggered back down towards Camden, Micky knocking back the bottle of vodka in his hand had a big grin on his face.

  “So?”

  “So what?” said Danny with a smile.

  “You fuckin’ did her didn’t you?”

  “I’m not sayin’.”

  “Oh you did. You did her.”

  “What about you?” Danny asked.

  “Yeah, loads…” Micky said smiling dismissively.

  “H
ow many times?”

  “Loads,” Micky said.

  “You fucking liar.”

  “She fuckin’ threw up on me when I got my lad out and then passed out,” said Micky with a shrug. Danny shook his head. “So was she good?”

  “I’m not saying anything.”

  “ I bet she was.”

  After the initial excitement had worn off, Danny felt guilty and ashamed for what he had done.

  Natasha had been quite drunk. Despite his assurances, he hadn’t pulled out, inexperienced, it had been too much and he had quickly climaxed inside her.

  Like all young men, he had been less than emotionally supportive of Natasha in the days and weeks after her party, doing his best to avoid her. She felt equally as guilty and ashamed of their actions; not least because of Danny’s avoidance making her feel slightly used and rejected.

  Their brief minutes together, would however, have consequences for everyone long after the event.

  NATASHA SAT IN the chair in her living room. Tears rolling down her cheeks. The morning sickness had been impossible to hide from her Mother who had been too fearful of the consequences not to hide it from her father. He paced furiously in front of the fire.

  “I trust you enough to leave you alone for one night and this is how you repay me?” Patrick said annoyed. “One night Natasha.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said quietly beneath her tears.

  “You’re fifteen! Fifteen years old! I didn’t put you through your education so you can get yourself knocked up by some local yob. What were you thinking?”

  “I love him.”

  “Love? What the hell do you know about love at fifteen. You are a child. Love! I supposed there was drink involved.”

  Natasha shrugged her shoulders, dabbing the tears from her face.

  “15 years old with a child.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Is this how I brought you up? The local slapper?”

  Natasha cried more. “It’s not like that! He was the only one.!”

  “Well you still got pregnant so what does that matter! You know what everyone at church is going to think.” He was furious. “I’d give you a bloody good hiding if you weren’t with child.”