Complicity

"Ah, my mouth!" Yvo

"Sorry."

Andy comes back with a glass of milk. "Here," he says, offeri it to Yvo

Yvo

Yvo

Andy gives a small smile, takes the empty glass from her and heads back through the crowds to the kitchen.

"Hoo," Yvo

"Ask him to show you his Swiss Army knife later," I laugh, feeling a little treacherous. Yvo

I glance into my glass and hand her back the J; her eyes close as she draws on it and I put my lips to my glass, slipping that sucked-on sliver of ice into my own mouth and rolling it around there, pretending it's her tongue.

"But it was true, Labour wasn't working."

"Wasn't producing the profits the capitalists want to see, you mean. The implication of the ad was that Labour had produced mass unemployment and the Tories would cure it. Not only have they made it worse, they knew they would; even if they genuinely thought their policies were somehow better for Britain as a whole, they knew damn well they'd put hundreds of thousands of people out of work, and Saatchi & Saatchi must have known that, too, if they'd bothered to think. It was a lie."

"It was an election," William says, looking tired.

"What's that got to do with it?" I exclaim. "It was still a lie!"

"It doesn't matter, and anyway it's just a short-term thing; they will produce more jobs eventually. They're just getting rid of the dead wood at the moment; there'll be new jobs in new growth industries."

"Bullshit! Even you don't believe that!"

William laughs. "You don't know what I believe. But if that ad helped win the election for Maggie, that's fine by me. Ah, come on; all's fair in love and war, Cameron. You should stop whingeing and start trying to make things work."

"All is not fair in love and war! Haven't you heard of the Geneva Convention? If Yvo

"Fucking right," William says matter-of-factly as Andy appears at our sides holding a can of lager. Somebody passes him a J but he just hands it on to me. William shakes his head. "You get this all the time, too?" he asks Andy.

"What?"

"Oh, this continual ear-bending about the Tories and what beastly cheats they are."

"All the time," Andy smiles.

"They lied to get in," I say. "They'll lie to try and stay in. How can you trust them?"

"I trust them to try and sort out the unions," William says.

"It was time for a change," Andy says.

"Country needs a kick up the fucking bum," William agrees, defiantly.

I'm horrified. "I am surrounded by selfish bastards I thought were my friends," I say, slapping my forehead with the hand holding the J and almost setting my hair alight. "This is awful."

Andy nods. He drinks from his can and looks at me over the top of it. "I voted Tory," he says quietly.

"Andy!" I say, appalled, almost despairing.

"Shock therapy." He grins, more at William than me.

"How could you?" I shake my head and pass the number to William.

Andy looks exaggeratedly thoughtful. "It was that advert that did it, I think. Don't know if you know the one: "Labour Isn't Working," it said. Great political advert; succinct, memorable, effective, even mildly witty. I've got a poster copy of that in my room back at St Andy's. Did you ever see that advert at all, William?"

William nods, watching me and gri

"Very fucking fu

Andy looks at me. "Oh, Cameron, come on." His voice pitched somewhere between sympathy and exasperation. "It happened. Accept it. It might all end up better than you hoped."

"Tell that to the fucking unemployed," I say, moving away towards the kitchen. I hesitate. "Either of you two Tory bastards need a drink?"

I'm lying awake in my room in the flat I share a floor down from William and Yvo

"Cameron?" she says quietly.

"Yvo

She puts her hand behind my head, then her lips to mine. I'm in the middle of the kiss before it occurs to me I might be dreaming, but I know immediately I'm not. I put one hand to the back of her neck, then to her shoulder. She shrugs off her dressing-gown and slips into the little single bed beside me, warm and naked and already wet.

She makes love quickly, strongly, almost silently. I try to keep quiet too, and — because I had a quick, quiet wank earlier-don't come too quickly. She gives a brief, cut-off little cry like a chirp as she comes, and sinks her teeth into my shoulder. It is quite sore. She lies on top of me, breathing hard, head on my shoulder for a few minutes, then she stirs, pulls herself up so that I flop out of her and her hard little nipples stroke my chest. She puts her lips to my ear.

"Taking advantage of you, Cameron," she purrs, barely audible.

"Hey," I whisper, "I'm a man of easy virtue."

"William drank too much; fell asleep at a really frustrating point."

"Ah-hah, Well; any time."

"Mm-hmm. This never happened, all right?"

"Between these four walls."

She kisses me, then she's out, slipping on the dressing-gown and padding away and clicking the door closed behind her.

I can hear gentle snoring coming from the room next to mine; one of my flat-mates. The only extra sound-proofing on the breeze blocks between his room and mine is a couple of layers of paint, which is probably why Yvo

I lift my head up and look down to the floor at the foot of the bed, where Andy is lying curled up in his sleeping bag, unseen in the shadows, which is why I was being quiet.

"Andy?" I whisper very quietly, thinking that maybe he slept through it all.

"Lucky fucking bastard," he says in a normal voice.

I lie back, laughing silently.

I can feel blood on my shoulder, where her teeth broke the skin.

Another morning, another interview, interrogation, little chat…