Least Said (76 page)

‘We
both
know
you
want
to.’
He
sounded
confident
and
very
drunk.
‘As
I
vaguely
recall
it,
you
couldn’t
get
enough
of
me
before
and,
who
knows,
you
might
even
get
another
little
William
out
of
it,
because
you’ve
not
managed
one
since
without
my
help,
have
you?’

My
face
burned
and
I
raised
my
hand
to
slap
his
face
hard,
but
he
caught
and
held
it.

‘You
disgust
me.’
I
spat,
and
then
his
mouth
was
on
mine,
hard
and
demanding,
and
he
was
pressing
himself
against
me
so
that
I
was
in
no
doubt
of
his
aroused
state.
In
no
doubt,
either,
that
he
intended
to
have
his
way
with
me
whether
I
consented
or
not.
He
was
obviously
past
reasoning
with,
and
intent
only
on
one
thing.

I
tried
pushing
against
him,
but
it
was
like
trying
to
shift
solid
granite.
I
tried
to
knee
him
in
the
groin,
but
he
was
so
much
taller
than
me
and
he
used
the
movement
of
my
leg
to
thrust
his
hand
up
my
skirt
and
immediately
began
to
tear
at
my
underwear.

‘Get
off
me,’
I
pleaded
and
his
answer
was
to
use
the
opportunity
to
thrust
his
tongue
deep
into
my
mouth
–
how
I
wasn’t
sick
on
the
spot
I
had
no
idea
–
and
then
I
heard
the
sound
of
his
zipper
being
pulled
down
and
I
realised
he
was
going
to
force
himself
on
me,
right
there
against
the
wall.

The
sudden
pounding
on
the
door
shocked
up
both
and
then
he
muttered,
‘Ignore
it.’
I
felt
the
heat
of
his
aroused
flesh
against
my
thigh
and
realised
there
was
not
a
thing
I
could
do
to
stop
him
raping
me
right
there
and
right
then.

‘Gareth?’
The
letterbox
rattled,
and
he
actually
leapt
away
from
me
as
if
he’d
been
scolded.
‘Gareth,
do
you
hear
me?
I
know
you’re
in
there
so
you’d
just
as
well
open
the
bloody
door
and
let
me
in.’

The
drunken
giant
sobered
up
in
an
instant
and
roughly
thrust
his
by
then
flaccid
appendage
back
inside
the
fly
of
his
trousers.
He
became
a
whimpering
child
right
before
my
eyes
as
he
pleaded,
‘Can
I
get
out
through
the
back?
I
can’t
let
my
wife
find
me
here.’

Without
waiting
for
an
answer,
he
went
lurching
off
in
the
direction
of
the
kitchen
and
seconds
later
I
heard
the
key
turn,
bolts
drawn
and
then
the
sound
of
the
back
door
closing
quietly
behind
him.
It
had
all
happened
in
a
matter
of
moments,
though
it
felt
like
far
longer.

‘Gareth,
will
you
open
this
door?’
Catrin
Montgomery
sounded
angry
enough
to
break
the
door
down.

‘I’m
coming,’
I
said,
but
it
came
out
as
little
more
than
a
squeak.
I
tried
again,
more
firmly
and
putting
a
great
deal
more
of
an
effort
into
making
myself
heard.
‘I’m
coming.’

Catching
sight
of
myself
in
the
hall
mirror
beside
the
front
door,
I
lifted
a
shaking
hand
to
smooth
my
hair,
and
then
put
some
effort
into
straightening
my
clothes.
There
was
nothing
I
could
do
about
the
rash
on
my
face
caused
by
the
stubble
on
his.

I
opened
the
door
for
the
second
time
in
a
very
short
time,
and
was
again
thrust
aside
as
Catrin
Montgomery
burst
into
my
hallway.

‘Where
is
he?’
she
demanded,
looking
in
each
of
the
rooms
before
coming
back
to
stand
in
front
of
me.
She
gave
me
a
straight
look.
‘Don’t
try
to
deny
that
he
was
here,’
she
held
up
a
wallet,
‘he
dropped
this
on
your
driveway.
Have
you
two
been
having
an
affair?’
she
asked
bluntly.

I
could
feel
the
lie
forming,
getting
itself
ready
to
trip
off
of
my
tongue,
and
then
I
stopped
and,
reminding
myself
that
enough
lies
had
been
told,
I
said,
‘It
was
one
night,
it
was
many
years
ago
and
it
was
a
huge
mistake
that
I
bitterly
regret.
I
never
expected
to
see
him
again
and
I
have
no
idea
why
he
turned
up
here
today.
He
has
no
interest
in
me
and
I
have
none
in
him.’
The
latter
was
as
close
to
the
truth
as
I
could
get.