I know there were HTML problems in the last couple of Chapters. Hopefully this'll be sorted out in this Chapter, and others after it.

It's my Birthday on Monday, by the way. I'll finally be 13. J

In any case, enjoy the Chapter!

Chapter 2.

Control.

"It's…..cosy." Lise said, as if she was trying to convince herself.

"It's a fucking dump." I replied.

We had arrived at the shit heap we were going to be living in. Totally different from the Photos we had seen. Instead of a clean, bright apartment, it was a dingy, one-bedroomed place, that looked as if the Builders couldn't be arsed with it and ran off halfway through construction.

"I don't trust that wall at the end." I told Lise. "Reckon it could fall down at any moment."

"Well, it's all we've got at the moment, so we have to live with it." She replied.

I sighed. The sad thing was that she was right. "Let's unpack. At least it still has a bed and shit."

Later, we were in bed, and I was feeling – hmm, how to say this without sounding stupid – randy.

Damn, didn't work.

 And Lise looked beautiful; I so wanted to fuck her.

"C'mon, Lise!" I whined. "Let's just fucking do it!"

"No!" She said, sounding very pissed, and looking it too. "I'm not in the mood, ok? I'm tired, hot, and sweaty!"

"Was that supposed to be a turn-on, because it damn well was!"

"Don't try to charm me David."

"Why not?" I asked, sounding hurt. "You know it's what I do best."

"Ha ha. Look, I'm really not in the mood."

"Go on," I said, putting my arms around her. "You know you want to….."

She giggled. "Well, ok then."

I nuzzled my face in her neck. "You can never resist me, can you?"

She turned around. "You still haven't grown up, have you?"

"Sextowers! Sextowers! Where sex is free, and non-chargeable! Two marks to get in, Terms and Conditions apply!"

"God, I haven't heard you say that since you were thirteen!" She said, in hysterics.

"Let's get it on." I said, with an evil grin on my face.

I woke up, feeling happy as hell. God, last night was amazing.

I felt around for Lise, but couldn't find her.

I looked up. There she was getting dressed.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"Going to work, of course." She replied.

Oh yeah. Lise worked in a shitty bar/restaurant full of old bastards who were in 'the war', and who were fucking perverts. She waited tables, washed up, took out trash, that kinda shit. Once I caught a guy trying to feel her up round the back, when she was taking out some stuff. Needless to say, I beat the shit outta that asshole. I spent the night in a cell. He's still there.

"Hey, one thing I never noticed before." I said. "Why is your uniform a maids outfit?"

"My boss says it looks distinguished."

"Your boss is a bigger pervert then half the regulars. Still, turns me on."

"Oh, you!"  She said, smiling. "Anyway, I gotta go, or I'll be late. You'll be late too, if you don't get up soon. It's 8:22."

I looked at the clock. "Shit!" I said. "You're right! I better get ready!"

I worked as a delivery boy, just delivering parcels to nearby places. I was surprised they let me near a van, after the first time I drove one, and crashed it into a load of trash cans.

"I'd better go now, bye!" Lise walked up to me, kissed me, and walked out the door.

"I better get ready, too." I sad aloud, and dragged myself out of bed.

I waked down the street, until I saw the familiar sign. The Hawk and the Eagle. Where Lise worked. I walked in, and went up to the bar.

Jamie was at the bar, making drinks. A good friend of mine.

"Jamie," I asked him. "You seen Lise around? I wanna talk to her."

"I think she left, around an hour ago." Jamie answered. "Felt sick or something."

"Ok," I said casually, but inside I was worried. Sick? Why? "Thanks, bye!"

"Bye."

I left, and went straight Home.

As soon as I walked in the door, and saw Lise, I relaxed a little. She didn't look sick. She did, however, look troubled.

"Lise?" I asked, not sure I wanted to hear what she had to say. "What's happened?"

"David….about last night…." Her voice was nothing but a slight whisper. It scared me.

"What about it?" I knew what she was going to ask, but there was nothing wrong with asking her.

"Did we…..did we use a condom?"

I thought. I knew the answer.

"Oh…….shit!"

My friend actually said the Sextowers quote. Makes you wonder how sane he is, doesn't it?

Next chapter should be up soonish.