When Ricky heard the pebbles hit his window. He jumped up. He was going to tell Theressa it was too late. They were threw. For good. But when he saw her, he had to open his window. She looked like shit. Possibly, she might have had cow shit on her.
"Where the fuck have you been?" He helped her in, anyway.
"Well." She whimpered. "Just a jog in the woods, really." She was shivering. "The footballers where sort of having a party. It wasn't much of one, and..and.." She held out her hands. "I brought you something." He saw the 'shrooms then.
Ricky looked at them disgustingly.
"We could have some fun." She smiled.
He shook his head, no.
"Please, I'll feel safe with you," she said. "We'll be right here."
"We'll be out of our head, what about me, Mum?" He whispered.
"All right, " She looked at him coldly. She took his hand.
"Where are we going?" Ricky winced.
"Some where we can be alone, you fool." She groaned.
He was hardly dressed for the occasion. Just in his jammies.
"At least let me get my shoes and coat on, will you." Ricky wasn't too please he'd have to go into the cold. But she had come for him. He guessed he meant something to her, after all.