“I must know the right people,” I observed after alighting and pressing a tenner into his palm. XXX Though Kentbury Youth was no Man United or Chelsea, its ground did have four executive-style boxes and Natalya and I found ourselves sharing a suite with a dozen others, all men, all well-to-do in suits, shirts and ties. A smug look settled on my face. At the same time I lifted her arse, slipping a plumped-up cushion beneath for leverage. These under-eighteen games could be hotly contested, typically attracting around three thousand spectators. “Oh my God no, that’s just wrong,” fell the words hoarsely. Shannon was, it seemed, quite adept at giving it out, not so at taking it, just like her father really, and especially when it was as close to home
