“Quick, run up to bed and I’ll make it up to you”. What else can I do but smile my thanks and step inside, deciding that I will go to the top of the block and see the view, and then I can return home. He straddles me with his knees either side of mine, sitting back on his heels. Every time I express impatience, he slows his progress or stops altogether, and I attempt to keep as still as I can in the hope that he will get to the parts I desperately want him to pay attention to. The feeling of the ribbons holding me securely is strangely arousing, and I pull against them, luxuriating in the sensation. A couple stumble in from outside, close together, the girl giggling and pulling her partner along the corridor as he fumbles with a set of keys.
