In her mind she kept repeating, ‘It’s something to share, it’s something to share…’
Gina didn’t let the whisper of guilt niggle at her. She’d been thinking on this for a few years but her conscience screamed, not any more.
Why shouldn’t she have something to share with Gary? She was sure that she could remember him telling her stories of his pals and their families doing things together. Why couldn’t she have that? And he’d asked. He’d asked since he was young. But at that time, she was selfish, she didn’t want to share no matter how curious he was.
Now was different. She could cope and he was old enough.
He’d be home soon. She either had to wait for him or put it off for another day. She was itching to put it off. She swallowed a few blues to tide her over.
She knew that Ernest could use him. He was always on the hunt for new faces. He would look kindly on Gina and that would be beneficial in the long run. Doing what was best for her future wasn’t something that she was normally able to do, but this, well maybe. Her and Gary would have something to share and she’d be on good terms with Ernest. It was a win win.
She knew that this would keep Gary out of trouble. It would keep him with her. She smiled as she thought about doing the right thing. She could still hear the whisper, but they’d softened.
Gina considered the boy being curious. She was trying to take her mind off the itching and the pull and the need. He was going to do it anyway. She could keep him safe. She’d watch him, monitor him. No-one would look after him like she could.
But would she be able to function on half if she gave him half? Well he was just starting, she’d cut it right back for him…She’d manage, she could take some more Blues.
She couldn’t do what Ellie did. That was disgusting. As soon as the boy hit sixteen she was controlling him with a wank then a hit. Gina loved Gary too much to touch his cock.
She began to smile, she knew what she had to do. If she called Ernest and told him, she would be able to get some credit. She’d have plenty and Gary could start working with him tomorrow instead of school. By tomorrow, he’d want to.
She opened her bag and looked at her kit. She looked at the time. Fifteen minutes before Gary was due home. She knew she could wait.
Gina zipped up the bag and lit a fag. She picked up the phone and dialled Ernest’s number.