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'My dad…like I keep saying； he's a bastard。'
I'm glad I never met 'im。'
'Don't worry。 You won't have to。 I'm not going back。'
'You mean 。。。 we can live together； maybe get married？'
He grimaced as he stood looking at her。 She lay lewdly sprawled on the couch； wearing only one garment； a soiled and crumpled negligee。 She had deliberately pulled it up； just far enough。 In order to see between her thighs； he would need to pull it up just another couple of inches。 Sometimes she was already naked when he arrived。 A touch of seductive subtlety tonight； however。 Well； as subtle as she ever was。 She obviously wanted to play around a bit first。
He tenderly rubbed his face again； and then another thought occurred to him。 He didn't feel randy as he usually did when he visited this filthy bed…sit。 That was all he came for。 Instead； there was an unfortable sensation below…a kind of stinging feeling in his genitals。 Something else； too。 He badly wanted to urinate。 He attempted a grin； and nodded towards the curtained alcove。 She leered back； and nodded。
Richard loathed going into the smelly； uncleaned toilet which hadn't seen a bottle of lavatory cleaner in the last six months。 It was certainly not the ideal prelude to a screw。 But he had to go。
He took a deep breath； and pushed his way through the curtain。 Silence in the room。 It was almost as though she had stopped breathing。 Maybe she was kinky； and obtained a thrill out of listening to him。 Aim for the sides； spoil her sneaky fun； the bitch。 He was certainly in a bad mood。
A single bulb lit the dingy interior。 He pulled down his zip； foreskin right back； and then the pain had him gasping aloud。 Burning； scalding。 He glanced down； eyes wide； as the sudden horror of what he saw registered in his confused brain。 The bloated head of his penis was covered in tiny； red pin…head rashes； with a yellowish fluid around the base。 He clutched the wall for support； and the stream spattered on to the linoleum…covered floor。
'Christ！'
He stood immobile； unable to gather his thoughts。 Linda…the dirty whore！ So she hadn't left it all behind in Aberdeen。 With an effort he pulled himself together； and began to struggle back into the main room； extricating himself from the folds of the rotting curtain。 There was a ripping sound as some of it came away in shreds。
Linda still lay as before； her garment now pulled up around her waist； thighs wide； one foot resting on the floor； smiling in the knowledge that her offering was on full view。 Her eyes alighted greedily on the open vent in the front of his trousers； and then narrowed with surprised disappointment at the sight of his flaccid organ。
'You dirty cow！' he spat in rage and contempt； advancing slowly and unsteadily towards her。
'What 。 。 。 what d'yer mean？' She scrambled up into a sitting position； her negligee slipping down again to cover her。 'What the bloody 'ell's got into yer？'
'This！'
He stood before her； holding his limpness； the foreskin held back to display the raw； weeping flesh。
'Gor' Blimey！' She edged as far away from him as the sofa would allow。 'You've got a dose of the pox！'
'And you've given it me！' he snarled。 'It's true what they say about you； you dirty little scrubber。 You've been on the game all your life； and you can't get off it。 You're hooked on it。 Half the guys in this bleeding town are fucking you； and all the time you were trying to make out you had some sort of crush on me。'
'It's a lie！' she yelled。 'You're lookin' for a scapegoat。 It's you what've been sleepin' around； and now you're tryin' to blame it on to me。 You bleedin'； low； dirty bastard。 Go back to your poxy woman； and don't never e back 'ere！'
Richard Coyle's rage erupted。 His one eye was virtually sightless。 His cheekbone felt as if it was broken。 The pain throbbed right up and over his skull； terminating at the back of his neck。 But that was as nothing pared with the searing sensation below； and the full implications of it all。 In the space of only twelve hours he had been brutally struck by his father； and discovered that his girlfriend； no； his sex…partner； had given him VD。 Someone had to pay for all that。 Right now only revenge mattered…and somebody had to bear the brunt of it all。
'You fucking little whore！'
The full weight of his fourteen stone was transferred to the balls of his feet as he delivered the first blow； a stunning right uppercut which caught Linda Lakin full on the point of her jaw。 Bone splintered； bloody broken teeth filled her mouth。 Her head flew back。 He hit her again…and felt sadistic satisfaction at the sound of her small nose breaking。 Miraculously； she was still conscious； gurgling her screams as she swallowed blood； eyes wide with horror。 She attempted to scramble up； but fell back； helpless。
Richard Coyle was now in an uncontrollable frenzy。 He struck wildly at her eyes； laughing as they puffed up into blue…black swollen sightlessness。 It wasn't her he was hitting now； it was his father…repaying that one blow with interest。 Again and again。 His knuckles began to bleed； they felt as though they were broken。 The arms which had initially attempted to ward off his blows now lay still。 Not so much as a whimper from her。 Her head was twisted at an unnatural angle； the features totally unrecognisable； the nightdress saturated with blood。
Then he stopped； a numbness enveloping him from head to foot。 He realised that she was dead； but it did not worry him。 He hadn't meant to kill her…it was manslaughter； not murder。 That would be the verdict。 There was provocation。 She had asked for it。
Slowly his brain began to function clearly again。 He turned away from the revolting； bloody corpse and went back into that stinking alcove。 He didn't even notice the smell this time。 Turning on the single tap he ran water into the cracked basin and began to wash the blood from his hands。 There was surprisingly little on his clothing： a few splatterings that would scarcely draw attention to him。 He bathed his swollen eye。 The cold water was soothing； but it seemed to have little effect on the burning within his member。
He went back into the main room； lit a cigarette； and pondered upon the course of action he would take。 In no way could he disguise the fact that he had killed Linda Lakin。 Her body would be discovered in a day or two； probably when the landlord came to collect the rent。 Richard Coyle's arrest would then be a formality。 Still； he would not make it all that easy for them。
He had no intention of returning home。 In his present mood he would probably kill his father； too。 Not that that would be a bad idea； but in his predicament it would not help。
First； he needed to visit a VD Clinic。 That was what worried him most。 He had read all about venereal diseases； but there was something about his own particular symptoms which worried him。 He'd heard of guys going on for weeks with just minor disfort； yet this pain was like a searing heat； radiating through