Vanity. Ares

particularly keen on Church or Chuuch as they had
nicknamed it, I have always remembered those
words over the years and that wisdom. I stayed with
the Olatende’s until I was seventeen and it was
appreciated, though me and Mr Olatende fell out
when he caught me smoking weed in my bedroom
and of course he reacted angrily. Funnily enough
he did not catch me doing the array of other things
I would do to Cecil. As Cecil would soon, after I
arrived sneak into my room in the middle of the
night, maybe after the second week and we would
have sex and pillow talk. She liked to bite me. It
was actually quite nice, but a few months into our
arrangement she got this older boyfriend from
Chingford and the late night sessions would stop. I
felt teen heartache by this. Although, by that time I
actually met an older woman just before I turned
sixteen, so it was not so bad, the teen heartache.
The older woman’s name was Claire, she was 31
and a divorcee. Claire had big breasts and a pop
belly. She worked at the betting shop off
Leytonstone High street, and as I flunked out of my
GCSE’s I was mostly just bumming around on my
own and sometimes with a friend, Ronnie.
Ronnie mostly spent his time trying to
become a minor gangster, having been influenced
by the movie Scarface; he would speak about
Scarface all the time. But I was on my own when I
met Claire. We met in the betting shop; she helped
me put on a few bets and kept accidentally
touching my thigh. She was happy she had
someone she could use, I guessed. “Good you’re
around,” she would say, when I’d go to her flat. I
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