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When she was about ten she started to play the game with Wendy. They’d go upstairs to her bedroom, lie down on the bed and take turns being the man in the sports car and the girl. The man stopped and asked the girl if she’d like a lift and eventually he got to lie on top of her, touch her and kiss her. At first they kept all their clothes on, but as that became less exciting, they took off their T-shirts.
Then, one day, before they started the game, Wendy told her that her mother had said she could play the game but she had to keep her clothes on. It wasn’t proper touching each other’s chests, she said. But the game wasn’t as good after that, so they went to the beach instead and played hide-and-seek in the sand dunes. Once they came across a man lying in one of the sandy valleys, touching himself. Wendy told her mother about him, too.
She tried playing it with Alison. Alison had a chemistry set and a pet rat and white bedroom furniture decorated with gold swirls, like a human size set of Barbie furniture. But Alison was no good at the words and that was what she liked best about the game, how the man talked the girl into coming closer, are you sure you don’t want to come with me, how the girl resisted for a while, no, I have to go home, so when they did get to lie down she was already tingling and hot. And Alison was bony and her breath always tasted of old pop.
She became fed up of the game shortly after. Then boys began to make her feel hot, though none of them were any good at the words either.