Suddenly her hands dropped to her sides and disappointingly tturned away from him. "Have a drink", she said, and we can see inn the New Year. She,deftly poured a generous glass of whiskey and handed it to him. The stirring in his loins disappeared as quickly as it had come. Was she really so naive he thought to himself. These rich spoilt girls could turn a man on at the drop of a hat and then just as quickly blow cold. Did they teach this at finishing school or did it come naturally? Before he had had no trouble with women: the occassional quickie in the back of a car, prefunctory but rather shallow or on occassion he had managed to wheedle a bed for the night for some protracted steamy sex. In the cold light of day he had felt detached and had found most of them wanting to shove him out into the cold morning air. It was both of them had served a purpose to each other during love making but there was no real connection. No meeting of minds, no real intimacy. Just sex for sex sake. It left a kind of emptiness. Rather like the coupling of animals he thought. Not the the sort of girl that you could introduce to your mother or Nan. With Casey he felt different. He wanted to get beneath the controlled exterior and finnd the essence of her. Sex, of course, who wouldn't. But something more profound. Something that he had found lacking in the relationships that he had experienced. She fascinated him. From the moment that he had met her. He would hours going over their conversations, trying to analyse her responses. Remembering her body language. After all he thought to himself I'm pretty good myself. I look after myself and I am presentable not like some of her Hooray Henry friends of hers that he had met from time to time during the last year. They may have money and the right connections but really. Couldn't hold their drink. Louche he thought to himself. Apologies of men if you could call them that. Slack lipped, atrociously dressed with a very large silver spoon stashed in their top pockets along with the occassional wearing of the old school tie when it suited them. He had come up through the "School of hard knocks" In truth a bit of a chip on his shoulder. Well probably a log but he was kind, dynamic and he thought pretty good in bed even if he did say it himself. Well somebody had to! As he told the even younger rookies down at the nick: "Keep yourself clean, look after your body and watch your back always. Don't ever let someone get the better of you! These pearls of wisdom, if he but knew it, fell on deaf ears. They were young, been round the block, many Eastenders who had mostly lost their virginity at Primary School. They would nod wisely at his oft-said soliliquies and carry on just as their fathers had and truth be known laugh themselves over the bar when high spirits and booze got the better of them: Get him they would say as he exited the pub. Grandad's pontificating again! We've had more birds than he has had hot dinners! He may have muscle but we've got nous! They didn't know what it meant but it sounded good. Suddenly Carey interrupted his thoughts: "Would you like another drink. I'm having one.?"
