She’d come across his type often - all mouth, sneaky hands and no do

 

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Moving closer to Rose she whispered: ‘I’m not going to make the drug scene, not for anybody.’

Rose trembled, her features like a television screen blossoming into technicolour picture. ‘Is that what ... ?’

‘You wouldn’t?’

‘Bloody right I will!’ Rose’s excitement knew no bounds. ‘Christ - it’s fabulous when you’re flying high. You’ve never had a bloke until you’re under him in tripland! One guy I had a ride with got me floatin’. Man, was it worthwhile! I could have lived with him but he had this bird preggars.’ She grunted to express her disgust. ‘Bleedin’ bitch wouldn’t let him off the hook.’ ... 

Stories in the lurid Sunday press came from her memory banks to torment her. She could recall the Manson killings, the spate of yarns dealing with hippies, yippies and their ilk in Britain. Had she inadvertently walked in on a pair of Manson-painted blokes? She laughed aloud, imagination was a powerful weapon ...