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There he was, leaning against the wall! He was just so cool. His hair was flopping down over one eye.

When he looked up I went completely jelloid. He said, “Hi, Georgia. Come here.”

And I said, “My dad has grown a little beard and I thought I was going to be lonely as an elk.”

What in the name of pantyhose was I talking about? I’d be the last to know as usual.

The SG HELD OUT HIS HAND…to me!!!! Something I had dreamed of. Do you know what I did? I shook it!!!

He really laughed then, and grabbed hold of my hand. We walked to the park. Holding hands. In public. Me and a Sex God. I honestly couldn’t think of anything to say. Well I could, but it would only have made sense to dogs. Or my grandad.

In the park we sat down on the grass, even though it was a bit on the nippy noodles side. Unfortunately I did feel like going to the piddly-diddly department, but I didn’t say.

He looked at me for what seemed like ages and ages, and then he kissed me. It was all surf crashing and my insides felt like they were being sucked out. Which you wouldn’t think was very pleasant. But it was. He put his hand on my face and kissed me quite hard. I felt all breathless and hot. It was brilliant. We whizzed through the scoring system for snogging in record time. We got to number four (kiss lasting over three minutes without a break), had a quick breather and then went into five (open mouth kissing) and a hint of six (tongues). Yesss!!!! I had got to number six with the Sex God!!! Again!!!

Eventually we had a bit of a chat. Well, he chatted. I just couldn’t seem to say anything normal. Every time I thought of something to say, it was something like, “Do you want to see my impression of a lockjaw germ?” or “Can I eat your shirt?”

He had his arm round my shoulder, which was good because then he got profile rather than full-frontal nose. He said, “I haven’t been able to forget you. I’ve tried. I tried to be glad when you started seeing Dave. But it didn’t work. I even wrote a song for you. Do you want to hear it?”

I managed to say “Yes” without putting on a stupid French accent or something. Then he sort of pulled me backwards on to him so that my head was resting on his lap. It was quite nice, but I could see up his nose a bit. Which I didn’t mind, because he is a Sex God and I love him. It’s not like looking up Cousin James’s nose, which would make anyone immediately sick. But then I thought, if he looked down and saw me looking up his nostrils, he might think it was a bit rude. So I settled on closing my eyes and letting a half-smile play around my lips.

Then he started singing me the song he had written for me. There weren’t many words– it was mostly, “And I really had to see her again.” And then melodic humming and yeahing. Unfortunately he was sort of jiggling his knees for the rhythm so my head was bobbling about. I don’t know how attractive that looked.