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He raked excitedly through this magnificent； unexpected treasure trove： her perfect body； revealed in tight denim and stretchy cotton； number ten behind her； on a chipped； shabby blue door； ‘oh； hi’； easily and naturally – so his features were definitely logged somewhere in the mind that lived behind the astonishing face。
The bike jolted on the newly pebbly and rough ground。 Elated； Andrew dismounted only when he began to overbalance。 He wheeled the bicycle on through the trees； emerging onto the narrow riverbank； where he slung the bicycle down on the ground among the wood anemones that had opened like tiny white stars since his last visit。
His father had said； when he first started to borrow the bike： ‘You chain it up if you’re going in a shop。 I’m warning you； if that gets nicked …’
But the chain was not long enough to go around any of the trees and； in any case； the further he rode from his father the less Andrew feared him。 Still thinking about the inches of flat； bare midriff and Gaia’s exquisite face； Andrew strode to the place where the bank met the eroded side of the hill； which hung like an earthy； rocky cliff in a sheer face above the fast…flowing green water。
The narrowest lip of slippery； crumbling bank ran along the bottom of the hillside。 The only way of navigating it； if your feet had grown to be twice the length they had been when they had first made the trip； was to edge along sideways； pressed to the sheer face； holding tight to roots and bits of protruding rock。
The mulchy green smell of the river and of wet soil was deeply familiar to Andrew； as was the sensation of this narrow ledge of earth and grass under his feet； and the cracks and rocks he sought with his hands on the hillside。 He and Fats had found the secret place when they were eleven years old。 They had known that what they were doing was forbidden and dangerous； they had been warned about the river。 Terrified； but determined not to tell each other so； they had sidled along this tricky ledge； grabbing at anything that protruded from the rocky wall and； at the very narrowest point； clutching fistfuls of each other’s T…shirts。
Years of practice enabled Andrew； though his mind was barely on the job； to move crab…wise along the solid wall of earth and rock with the water gushing three feet beneath his trainers； then with a deft duck and swing； he was inside the fissure in the hillside that they had found so long ago。 Back then； it had seemed like a divine reward for their daring。 He could no longer stand up in it； but； slightly larger than a two…man tent； it was big enough for two teenage boys to lie； side by side； with the river rushing past and the trees dappling their view of the sky； framed by the triangular entrance。
The first time they had been here； they had poked and dug at the back wall with sticks； but they had not found a secret passageway leading to the abbey above； so they gloried instead in the fact that they alone had discovered the hiding place； and swore that it would be their secret in perpetuity。 Andrew had a vague memory of a solemn oath； spit and swearwords。 They had called it the Cave when they had first discovered it； but it was now； and had been for some time past； the Cubby Hole。
The little recess smelt earthy； though the sloping ceiling was made of rock。 A dark green tidemark showed that it had flooded in the past； not quite to the roof。 The floor was covered in their cigarette butts and cardboard roaches。 Andrew sat down； with his legs dangling over the sludge…green water； and pulled his cigarettes and lighter out of his jacket； bought with the last of his birthday money； now that his allowance had been stopped。 He lit up； inhaled deeply； and relived the glorious encounter with Gaia Bawden in as much detail as he could ring out of it： narrow waist and curving hips； creamy skin between leather and T…shirt； full； wide mouth； ‘oh； hi’。 It was the first time he had seen her out of school uniform。 Where was she going； alone with her leather handbag？ What was there in Pagford for her to do on a Saturday morning？ Was she perhaps catching the bus into Yarvil？ What did she get up to when she was out of his sight； what feminine mysteries absorbed her？
And he asked himself for the umpteenth time whether it was conceivable that flesh and bone wrought like that could contain a banal personality。 It was only Gaia who had ever made him wonder this： the idea of body and soul as separate entities had never once occurred to him until he had clapped eyes on her。 Even while trying to imagine what her breasts would look and feel like； judged by the visual evidence he had managed to gather through a slightly translucent school shirt； and what he knew was a white bra； he could not believe that the allure she held for him was exclusively physical。 She had a way of moving that moved him as much as music； which was what moved him most of all。 Surely the spirit animating that peerless body must be unusual too？ Why would nature make a vessel like that； if not to contain something still more valuable？
Andrew knew what naked women looked like； because there were no parental controls on the puter in Fats’ conversion bedroom。 Together they had explored as much online porn as they could access for free： shaven vulvas； pink labia pulled wide to show darkly gaping slits； spread buttocks revealing the puckered buttons of anuses； thickly lipsticked mouths； dripping semen。 Andrew’s excitement was underpinned； always； by the panicky awareness that you could only hear Mrs Wall approaching the room when she reached the creaking halfway stair。 Sometimes they found weirdness that made them roar with laughter； even when Andrew was unsure whether he was more excited or repulsed （whips and saddles； harnesses； ropes； hoses； and once； at which even Fats had not managed to laugh； close…ups of metal…bolted contraptions； and needles protruding from soft flesh； and women’s faces frozen； screaming）。
Together he and Fats had bee connoisseurs of silicone…enhanced breasts； enormous； taut and round。
‘Plastic；’ one of them would point out； matter of factly； as they sat in front of the monitor with the door wedged shut against