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I'm aiming to post an episode of Majorca Flats every day or every second day.  We're moving towards the conclusion of this volume of the story--maybe another 50 episodes or so, and I haven't decided whether to keep going.  I've grown fond of Jason and Lou and Cody and Keith and Esmé, and of course of the sharp-witted Lucasta and Eleanor.  And of course no story really ends, does it?

On the other hand, I have several novels (6 in fact) which need revision and rewriting.  So the question is whether I should temporarily set aside Majorca Flats when it is finished and go back to work on my other novels.  I'm not sure yet,  Majorca Flats started out as a way to get past writer's block.  Surely, I thought to myself, I can do 100 or 200 words a day.  And it worked.

I write because I love writing, and because I get to know and care for the characters I've made.  But I feel that I have neglected the people in my older novels.

Anyway, I will finish book one of Majorca Flats over the course of the next few weeks, then I'll see how I feel.

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Jason smiled at her and then, moving her almost to tears, put his head against her neck and kissed her, before enveloping her in a tight hug.  He moved over to her left, and lay down next to her, his arm over her torso.  She was lying face up, with both men facing towards her and each other.  Jason reached over and ruffled Keith’s hair.  His beam at his friend and Keith’s glowing response might have made her jealous, before. All she could think of, though, was how she had found two someones to love.  She didn’t know what would happen in the future, but she was ready to launch herself into the current, hoping, confident even, that it would take her to happiness.  

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Keith bent down and kissed her.  Resting his body on his arms, he smiled at her, a smile of pleasure and companionship and love. 

She reached out and took Jason’s hand. 

“C’mon,” she whispered.

Jason had found the sight of Keith and Esmé making love intensely erotic.  Up till this point he hadn’t been sure which of the other two he was going to fuck.  And he was surprised to realise that it didn’t matter.  Right then, he was equally attracted to both of them. 

Keith rolled over to the other side of the bed.  Jason took his place, and, never taking his eyes off Esmé’s he slid into her and began to move in and out.  She was still trembling in the afterglow of her first orgasm, and Jason’s thrusts took her over the edge again, even before he had climaxed.  He stopped in mid-thrust looking down at her.

“Don’t … stop … don’t … just …” she gasped.

She understood that he had been gentle with her up till then, for he began to pump her, fast and deep.  He was bigger than Keith, and she was for a moment afraid that she would clamp tight, not because he was hurting her, but because just thinking about it might bring back the memories of her father.  But it didn’t hurt.  It felt just right.

She was building to another climax when he closed his eyes and flicked his head back and growled in pleasure.  His final slow push into her was enough, with his thickness inside her, to make her climax again.

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“Laugh at us, would you?” growled Keith and he bent down to her. In a moment, the thong was pulled back, and his tongue was inside the folds of her body.

Jason kissed her on the lips, his breathing fast, his eyes blazing.  She closed her eyes giving herself over to the sensations from her body, the shining flood of pleasure which filled her from head to toe.  Keith moved his mouth slowly up from her cunt to her breast.  Each moment’s delay from climax was unbearable.  Jason took Keith’s place at her pussy.  She was close to coming. 

“Wait!” she said.

Keith lifted his mouth from her breast, and Jason from her groin. 

“What?” asked Keith.

“I want you inside me,” she replied.

Keith smiled, a smile which flipped her heart over, and reached for the top drawer of bedside cabinet.  He took out two condoms, handed one to Jason and tore the other one open.   He slathered his cock with lube, and passed the bottle back to Jason, who was just behind him, his eyes rapt.

He inched into her, waiting for her to clamp tight, ready to withdraw if she did.  He could feel the velvet silkiness of her insides.  Jason turned Keith’s head to one side and kissed him intensely, then bent forward to kiss Esmé.  Knowing now that he wouldn’t hurt her, Keith began to drive into her.  Each thrust rubbed her already wet clitoris, jolting her into spasms of intense pleasure.  Still she hadn’t climaxed.  Keith’s eyes were closed, his head back, his mouth open in ecstasy, as he speeded up his hip movements. 

“I’m—ah—oh God!—it’s ….” And Esmé came, great shuddering jolts to her body, her mind empty of everything except the white flame of her pleasure.  Almost simultaneously, Keith gasped and arched his back as he came too.

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The orange light from the sodium street lamps was shining into the room through the gap between the curtains.  Jason sat down on Keith’s bed, still holding Keith’s and Esmé’s hands.  He patted the bed next to himself.  Esmé sat down, and he put his arms round her.  Keith lowered himself to the bed and kissed her on her cheek.  Still they didn’t speak. 

Jason began to lift her T-shirt over her head.  As he lifted it, Keith kissed her on her tummy, each kiss making her shiver with need.  Jason pulled the T-shirt over her head, and then re-arranged her hair which had got mussed.  He kissed her on her lips, while Keith kissed her body, in a line up from waistband to her breasts.  Jason went on kissing her lips, his mouth warm and flavoured with Cointreau, and Keith moved round behind her, kissing her shoulders.  She could feel his hands, caressing her skin, and then undoing her bra straps.  Keith lifted the bra off her.  Obediently, she raised her hands so that he could.  Now it was Jason kissing her front.  His mouth brushed against her left breast, his tongue tracing out the shape of her nipple.  Keith moved round from her back and his mouth found her other nipple.

“Yes,” she breathed, and lay back on the sheets, with her arms spread.

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After Cody and Luigi had left them, Keith and Esmé and Jason had ordered another bottle of champagne and proceeded to get tipsy.

Jason looked at the other two and then kissed them each on the cheek, Esmé first and Keith afterwards, leaning across the table to reach him.  With a catch in his voice, he said, “Thank you for being you, you two.  I’m so glad I met you.”

“I’m glad you walked in through that door all those months ago.”  Keith was a little teary too, the news that Jason was going to stay combined with the champagne, making him emotional.  In his life he’d encountered so many arseholes, so many selfish, narcissistic, cruel people, men who’d hurt him during sex and had thought it their right to do so.  They’d paid for it, hadn’t they?  And here was Jason, a wealthy lord, the son of a fucking duke for Chrissake, who loved him for him.  For him.  Not because he was handsome, or rich, or sexy.  Just because.  He knew that Jason wasn’t in love with him, but that didn’t matter.  He was a true friend.  Somebody he knew he could rely on.  Somebody who wouldn’t judge him or betray him.

Esmé felt again how likable Jason was, and how fond she had become of him since she had met him that first day.  Some dam of sorrow broke in her, and she felt its waters flow out of her into the ether, leaving her feeling oddly drained but happy, not weighed down by the past, by her father’s rapes and her mother’s cowardice and fear.  She was she; she had friends, and they were here.  It didn’t matter that she was in love with Keith and that he didn’t feel the same love for her.  What mattered was that they were as fond of her as she was of them.

She took Jason’s hand in hers.  His hands were big and strong, with nice proportions and (she was glad to note) clean fingernails.  Keith wasn’t exactly grubby—well, just a bit—but his fingernails weren’t always pristine.  Jason started to stroke her hand with his, and she felt the connection between them spark a current which seemed to run straight from her heart to her fingers and back again.

“Have you got to work tonight?” he asked her, his finger tracing lines across her palm, again and again, in a rhythm which hypnotized her with a dreamy mixture of lust and affection. 

“Yes.  Well, I should.  I have essays due.  And stuff.”

He squeezed her hand then let it go.  “Pity.” His grin was like that of a naughty boy, caught out in some prank; his blue eyes mischievous, electric, and alive. 

She smiled at him.  Keith was watching this interaction, his brown eyes knowing but kindly and warm, a small smile tickling his lips.  He’d been through too much to judge, or mock.  He was willing to share.  She lay her head on Jason’s shoulder, and sighed, and he slipped his arm round her.  “Tous pour un, un pour tous,” he said.  “For ever.” 

“D’accord!” replied Esmé.

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Cody lay in Luigi’s arms listening to him breathe.  What was true, he wondered.  He’d been unfaithful to his wife, and he loved her, deeply.  Yet he had sneaked out to pick up men, he had had sex with men.  And sex was so intimate.  Worse, he had shared his soul with Philippa, and she with him, and now, maybe they would never meet again.  Would he ever see his children?  He loved Luigi, but he loved Philippa too.  Luigi had been forgiving and patient, but he’d seen the occasional flashes of irritation in Luigi’s eyes at his grief and doubts.  Without Luigi he had nothing.  Nothing.  But what did he have with Luigi? Did Luigi still love him? What if Luigi stopped loving him?  He had, if nothing else, Luigi’s friends, yet even there, they were Luigi’s champions not his.  Jason had made it plain that if Cody ever hurt Luigi he would have him to answer too.  But he wouldn’t hurt Luigi.  Would he?  What if Philippa said she would have him back?  Would he go back?  Could he promise he would never again have sex—fall in love—with another man?  And if Luigi had fallen out of love with him, what then?

Like Lucasta Ellesmere, he fell into a disturbed sleep, but his dreams were about running through a forest in the dark in despair, trying to escape a killer.

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The doorbell rang.

“That’ll be Graeme,” said Jason.  “He’s a little early.”

“Then,” said his grandmother firmly, “he won’t mind if I go and brush my hair and powder my nose.” 

Jason opened the door. 

It was Keith and Esmé.  They were smiling and carrying a bottle of wine.

“G’day!  Bonjour!”  Keith’s French was strongly accented with ocker.

“You stars!” cried Jason, grinning from ear to ear.  They were just what he needed to lift his melancholy.  “Guess who’s going to be here!”

“Tony Abbott?  Father Christmas?  Colby Keller?”

“Why not all of them together?  Could be fun.  No. Graeme.”

“Who?”

“You know, the guy I met at the beach.  The one you were all jealous of.”

Esmé grinned.  “Keith?  Jealous?”

“Oh, him,” said Keith off hand, pretending indifference. 

Jason ushered them inside.  “Yep.  Grandam and Eleanor are fans of Amantha Masterton.”

“What’s that got to do with it?” asked Esmé.

“He writes Amantha Masterton’s novels.””

“What?  Why didn’t you say?”  Esmé exclaimed. “They’re fantastic!”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“No, I’m sure.  I would have remembered.”

“He also writes super gay stories too.  He writes under another pseudonym there.”

“What one?” asked Keith.

Jason told him.  “Endeavour Lambano.”

“Waow!” said Keith.  His stuff is sao hot.  And romantic.”

Jason and Esmé both turned to look at him.

“What?” Jason snorted.  “Oi’m a romantic.  Not ashymed of that.”

“You’re gorgeous,” said Esmé, smiling at him.

“The best,” said Jason, ruffling Jason’s hair.

Keith coloured.  “Youse two!” he mumbled.

Each of the other two took one of Keith’s hands and escorted him through to sitting-room.

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Colin was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and a leather jacket.  To Luigi’s untutored eye, he didn’t look at all like a policeman.  In fact he looked cute.  And sexy.  He’s a married man and he’s straight.  Behave yourself!   

“Come in, Colin!  Would you like some tea or coffee? ”

“Nah.  Thanks.  I’d like to get back to Macedon as soon as I can.”

“Thank you for coming to see us.  We really appreciate it.”

“Were the ‘tecs really that bad?”

Luigi’s face hardened as he remembered their complete lack of concern and the barely hidden sneers as they conducted the interview.  “They obviously thought that Cody and I were a bunch of homos who got ourselves into trouble and why should they bother, really.”

Cody nodded.  “Yes.  They made me feel that I was dirty.  Worthless.  It wasn’t so much what they said as how they said it.  They reeked of it.”

Colin sighed.  “Yeah.  That happens.  Lots of old guard policemen who are homophobic, sexist …  yeah.  Sorry.”

“Not your fault!” Luigi assured him.  “You were wonderful.”  He smiled warmly at Colin and was amused to see him colour a little.  “Anyway, Cody and I have done a little research.  Not that we’ve learned much.”

“You were careful, I hope.”  Colin looked stern. 

“Yeah.  ‘Course we were.  Cody wore a cap and aviator glasses and a worn leather jacket we bought on Smith Street.  And the killer hasn’t seen me.”

“You don’t know that.”

Luigi was taken aback. “Well ... but … weren’t they all random pickups?”

“How do we know that?  There could have been some connection.  Say, perhaps, that they all worked out at a gym.”

“Jeez.  I never thought of that.”

“I’m not saying there is that sort of connection, but there may be.  You should be careful.  He’s killed before. 5 guys? 6?  We don’t know. ”

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“He’s a handsome little fucker, isn’t he?” commented Luigi as they watched the film.  “He looks gay, don’t you think?”

“Luke Skywalker?  You think?  I prefer Han Solo.  I don’t know.  I can’t tell.  Anyway he’s married with kids.”

“Yeah well.  That is Hollywood.  And California.  Anything’s possible.  Anything’s possible here, too, actually.  Key, when he was on the streets, used to have sex with lots of married blokes.  He says that some of them were very kind and gentle with him, that what they wanted was more to be loved than just a fuck.  It’s kind of hard isn’t it?  We need both, don’t we, love and sex?  I mean, we’ve both been out there cruising—whoring—and … well, what were we looking for?  Just sex?  Or love?  Both?  Or something in between?  I know I told myself it was sex, but in my heart, it was love.  Or somebody to cuddle, anyway.”

Cody thought about it.  “Mmm,” he said. “At the time, I just thought of it as sex.  It was … well … sex with men was … hot.  I loved Phillippa—I still love her—but I just needed to … no, that’s not true … I could have … anyway, the thing is that I realised with you that it was something more … that I needed to be loved.  It’s a mess.  I’m a mess, Lou.”

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He let go her hands and lifted her dress. His hands were warm against her tummy.  But she shivered all the same.  He kissed her softly on the lips then without pausing, moved his mouth over the soft down on her chin to her neck.   Her whole body was electric to his touch.  The shock from his warm lips flowed across her torso to her nipples and her groin.  His kisses became more intent.  In a moment he was kissing her again on her mouth, and his tongue was tangled with hers. 

“Turn round,” he whispered.

She obeyed.  She could feel his fingers undoing the hooks on the back.  And then, the late night chill startling against her skin, her dress was over her head and puddled on the floor.  His mouth was against her buttock, and he bit her gently.   His finger hooked under the strap of her thong and he pulled it down.  He bit the other buttock, a little harder this time. 

Esmé had never been so aroused.  She knew love, she had thought.  She had been used as an object by her dad.  But this!  It was intensely erotic, and supremely tender.  She didn’t know what she wanted him to do with her.   But waiting for him to do it was unendurable.

He kissed her neck.  He took her hand and tugged her over to the bed.

He nipped gently at her breasts and then traced a line of fire with his tongue down her torso to her groin. In a moment she felt his tongue stroking her within the folds of her body.  Heat washed through her.  

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“Men … well … wai’re a bit sluttish, ya knaow.  We loik a lot of sex, and wai aren’t always too pa’ticular about how we get it.  Some men prefer it without ties, with strangers.  I dunno.  Oi had that when Oi was on the straits.  Oi got enough fuckin’  with paiple who didn’t care about mai.  Paiple who despised me.  They thought that because Oi naided the money Oi was a nothin’.  But sex is noice.  Very noice.” He smiled suddenly, quickly and endearingly. “ And if ya can do it with someone you loike … someone you love … then it’s seriously good.  Aiven a nice blaoke ya pick up in the pub.  Long as he doesn’t look down on ya.  Long as there’s somethin’ there.  Some spark.  Though Oi’m getting’s a bit sick of that too, if ya wanna knaow.  Oi love Tom.  And Oi reckon Oi’m getting’ half in love with you, Esmé.  But Oi naid … fuck it, Ezz, Oi naid men in moi loife.  Oi daon’t wanna hurt ya, and Oi’m sorry Oi have.  But Oi could never be one hundred per cent straight.  Never.  No matter how much you main to me.  If Oi promised ya Oi would, Oi would be lyin’.”

Esmé looked at him for many heartbeats.  “I don’t know, Keith.  I can’t.  I … I need time to think.”

Keith looked bleak.

Esmé reached down and slapped his cheek lightly. 

“Stop it.”  She felt much happier than she had before.  I’m getting half in love with you. But the more rational part of herself argued forcibly for normality—a boyfriend who was straight, who loved only her, who wouldn’t pick up men in pubs.  Like they’re all queuing up, she thought cynically.  “I said I’d think about it.”

“Can wai go on bein’ friends?”  Keith looked so anxious she almost gave in right there.

“Maybe.  We’ll see.  Now drink up your coffee and go away!”

“Oi haven’t got any!  Honestly, the service in this place!”

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Jason fetched another bottle and the wine bottle opener.  He topped up their glasses from the open bottle, and took off his shoes, sitting on the other end of the sofa Keith was sitting on, and put his socked feet into Keith’s lap. 

“So,” he said.  “Esmé?”

“Yeah, well, I loiked her.  I found her sexy, actually, if ya mus’ knaow.” He looked at Jason half defiantly, half guiltily.  Jason opened his hands in a what-would-you gesture, his lifted eyebrows inviting Keith to keep going.

“Yeah, well, some gay blaokes have a fit if ya’re, ya knaow, bi.”

“Well, maybe they’re afraid you’ll leave them and go straight.”  Jason didn’t add that that was his own secret fear.  But even though he was worried, he had faith that he and Keith and Luigi and Cody, and Esmé, too, would be able to sort it out.

“Oh nao, Oi would never do that.  And that was the problem with Esmé.  I main, she knew I was gay …”

“ … somewhat gay …”

“… yeah.  I taold her roight at the beginning.  But … shay fell in love with mai.  And shay’s so vulnerable, Jace, so wounded.  And so fuckin’ noice.  We had a hard toime of it.  And Oi hurt her, aiven though Oi didn’t main to.”

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He tugged her down to lie on the bed.  They lay facing each other.  When he smiled at her, she felt certain her smile back was manic and over the top.  But it didn’t appear to faze him.  He moved until his mouth was touched her bare skin.  He kissed thrilling paths down her neck, across her breasts to her groin.  His hand, warm and firm, slid underneath her panties and caressed her bum and then after a spine-tingling pause, her cunt.  He pulled her undies down over her hips, and his mouth moved down and his tongue moved into the folds of her body.

She gasped in surprise and pleasure.  Her father had never done this.  But then, it had never been about her pleasure.

Keith lifted his head and looked at her and his eyes were almost black instead of their usual warm chocolate.  He smiled.  Their enjoyment was shared and mutual in a way that was magical and marvellous to her.

She heard the sound of foil tearing and the snap of a condom.  He lifted his torso off hers and guided himself into her with one hand.

She turned her head sideways.  She felt herself tighten up.  She tried to will herself to open to him.  She couldn’t.  Oh, God, it was going to hurt just as much as it had with her father.

Keith stopped.  “You OK?” he asked, concern in his voice. 

She was unable to speak.  A tear trickled down her cheek.  She couldn’t meet his anxious look.

He abruptly pulled out of her.  Don’t go, she wanted to cry.  Don’t!  And then, Dad has won after all.  Why did I ever think it would be all right?  What a fool I am!

Keith pulled her into his arms and held her close.  His eyes smouldered with anger.  But his rage was not for her—his voice was gentle.  He kissed away her tears.

“It’s OK, Ezzaloona-babe.  There’s more than one way to make love.  Let me shaow you.”

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Keith kissed her again. He slid his hand over her bum, underneath the waistband of her jeans.  They were warm against her flesh.  He squeezed gently.  His lips and tongue plundered her mouth.  He kissed his way down her neck to the hollow between her shoulder bones, pulling the neck of her t-shirt down to reach it.  He lifted her t-shirt off her head, and undid her bra.  He kissed her breasts softly and she felt them tighten as wires of lust and pleasure stretched to her groin.

Her father had only ever bothered to do this the first few times he had sex with her.  Before he’d started to hit her.  She hadn’t known how good it could be.

He undid the button on her jeans and pulled the zip down.  He lent in to kiss her neck, then knelt to kiss her stomach and her hips just above the line of her jeans waist.  Then he tugged her jeans down.  They puddled round her feet.  His tongue traced a charged trail down from her breasts to the top of her panties. He kissed her just above the elastic.

He rose and tried to tug her into the bedroom.  “Just a minute!” she whispered, and kicked off her shoes before stepping out of her jeans. 

The bed was unmade and next to it on the carpet were spread discarded undies and t-shirts and socks.  It didn’t bother her. 

Keith kept hold of her hand.  They kissed again as they sat on the edge of the bed.  For the first time she returned his kisses, copying what he did, knowing no other example.

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