Two Songs on the Radio chapter 2
The journey to Portsmouth took longer than expected. It was a Saturday morning, last bank holiday in August and the roads were, unrelentlessly, full. Still it gave me time to think things through. Assess what had happened over the past few days. I still drew weak breaths when remembering the party last week. I had awoken to find Tracey next to me her hand on my chest. But I couldn’t stay until she woke, my mind wouldn’t let me though my body so did. I knew that in a weeks time from then, I would be going to Portsmouth, and Tracey to Cardiff for our respective universities. Whilst at Uni there would, no doubt, be ample chance for sexual frolics. I didn’t mind I just wish I hadn’t had slept with Tracey before I left. …