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They had hair moulded into styles and they cared a bit too much, taking a bit too long in a morning, with their looks. He thought about their conversation, and about how she had said she had come too. Not possible.” “I’m serious.” Aaron and Caleb had both been with Alice Pier, and she had been the tightest either of them had had.

They wore labels; Lacoste and Fred Perry, Lyle and Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Hugo Boss and they thought they understood life and how it worked. He was led on his bed, shaft in one hand and hard to the point of pain. She was a ballet dancer and into her running and her body was amazing. Aaron had taken her virginity one afternoon when his Nana was out and it was just him and Alice hanging out on the park.

As they drunk from the cans of cheap Fosters they had managed to buy with Aaron’s fake ID earlier that afternoon, and hit up some Call of Duty on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Aaron’s bedroom, they were the picture of contentment. She had on this fucking tight pair of pink knickers that were well too small – I think she put them on on purpose.

The syrupy liquid tasted bitter but they put on a brave face in front of each other as they sipped from the metallic cans – it wasn’t about whether or not they liked it. Then she took off her top and just had on this sports bra. She had on some black leggings, and it took her a while to take them off. Shit, and then she took ‘em off and it looked amazing. Tried to get her to spread her lips but she was having none of it. We stayed like that for a while talking.” “What did you show her?

Now, with her name plastered across hundreds of tabloid articles and immortalized online, that seems kind of moot.