Hardly know now which way to play it, obviously cannot leave this for years as have done in the past.. my time strictly accounted for. Could labour on about Moira, Ross, Bryony.. various others, but it all adds up and comes down to the same thing, through these pages, possibly intimated their existence .
The end of the affair with Caroline? quite predictable. She pushed it so far.. too far. Was asked to pick him and her up on the Cross at night.. take them home ..The second night, half way down the Old Kent Road, she was giving him a blow job in the back ..one eye on me.. But the Cross was winding up, the wretched streets being swept clean.
As all other things on this Planet, the situation at Kings Cross had reached a natural conclusion, with.. a little help from the Police. Conceivably it could flare up openly again.. undeniable there is now a different atmosphere. Sure, the girls still creep about very late, but money, interest, not there anymore, the odd punters.. cab drivers in the dark grime at the back of the 'grill'.
Caroline felt this hollow wave, this sudden lack of money.. lost her feline gloss, her bright confidence. Saw her months later, quite by accident. Silk Socks had come a tumble, being banned from going within one mile of her or Kings Cross, not allowed even to accept a cup of tea from her, she, trying to hustle, but I could see the spark had gone, departed. She, no longer a fantasy, a concept in a man's head, …….simply ...Caroline.
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