Susan Cartwright, waiting for her trip to the bright lights of Kennington, faces a dilemma. She's not sure whether the plan of action forming in her head would be wise. They might find out, she thinks. These people are professionals. They'd see through her right away, she'd never be able to bluff it. She closes her eyes and tries to think of the abuse, accusations and recriminations that would inevitably follow. It's a crime even to be thinking of it. She'd be punished for eternity, deprived of all the good things he holds so dear.
Oh, you're only young once. To hell with the diet mafia, she thinks, and drops 50p into the chocolate machine.
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