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(Sex at the Circus, continued...)

You turn up at the marquee at four past midnight. You were ready on the stroke of the hour, but you hold back. You let her wait. She’s already responded to you playing it cool.

One of the big guys is blocking the entrance. As you approach, he grunts:

“Ticket.”

When you hand him your token, he sniggers and tosses it back to you.

“This door’s not for you,” he says. “Go round the back.”

Behind the circus tent, there are carnival games that have been abandoned rather than packed up. An empty coconut shy, a firing rage, an apple bobbing stand and all sorts of attractions. On the right, are the trailers inhabited by the performers and animals.

There’s a crowd of about twenty young men gathered around one white trailer.


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