Chapter Two
He is working hard at it now, the sweat curling his hair round his neck, I hope the wall is sound otherwise we will be found happy and half naked under a pile of rubble in the morning, the boys finally made it through the wall courtesy of Joseph Byrne and his amazing fucking, sure Bob Dylan missed that bit out in The Jack of Hearts... oh...just don't stop. Every stroke is hitting me deeper now and I can see his face darker and that flush of faster and frantic before they come...Jesus he is beautiful like that. Oh Fuck

Yes! Yes! I Love you too! Will run away with you into the bush and live on wild rabbits and berries, we will bathe in the creek and knit clothes out of grass, we will have 10 children. At least! 20! They will all look like you and you will never be out of my arms, just stay there, let me breathe and feel you soften, but just stay there before we move away again. Just breathe. He is letting my legs down now, I hope they hold me, I don't think I can feel my feet anymore. My voice is crackly "I think usually the bank robbers try to work on one of the employees before the heist you know?" He is smoothing down my skirt with one hand and sweeping through wet with the other, watching my face "Will you stop doing that! No I don't mean that, speak to me, tell me where I should next get a job" he grins back at me like it is already decided.

"If I told you that you would be an accomplice, and they could hang you as high as us" Alright concentration isn't my strongest point right now, he seems very insistent on making me moan out loud some more, I can't quite believe I am doing it, rocking on some bank robber's fingers while he looks at me with eyes that he knows can make me as wanton as he likes. But hanging, two minutes, I am not an expert on life on the Outback, but I am pretty sure that is reserved for game these days.

Alright I will try to speak again, Jesus he doesn't give up, kissing my neck now, just feeling what he does and reveling in it, whispering something about it has been a long time, and to be honest I don't quite believe him, "a long prison sentence for sure but as far as I know...fuck...capital punishment was abolished in New South Wales in the 50's. Not so lucky...oh Jesus you are going to have to stop that soon...if you lived in Victoria of course..."

"Just as well that we go where we please then, so what year are we in now?"

Well that's a question huh? Maybe he just got released from one of those high security prisons and I am now in deep sh!t. Look in his eyes, that's the key, pray for confirmation that I am not fucking some maniac in the street without a passerby in sight, haahahahaah. Right. Can hear the lawyers now, "Did you or did you not Miss, consent to sex with a man you had met only that very afternoon, who robbed the bank for which you owed a duty of care? Did you call for the police when approached by said felon or did you in point of fact lift up your skirt and whimper into his mouth?" Ok well he is smiling a bit and his fingers stopped moving, thats good, maybe, maybe not so much. Do you best to look authoritative and in control of yourself, oh you are a card Eva. "The year? 2007. But if you don't mind me saying that is a bit of a strange question, not from round these parts are you?" Oh his mouth is just luscious. Concentrate now.

"Well in a manner of speaking we are, just a little, well now what to say? Shifted in time, aye that's it" he seems to think there is nothing at all amiss with that statement. Alright so shifted or not, it is time for me to hope he lets me onto my bike, once I have found the bloody key of course, and ride off home "I am sorry Eva, I don't mean to scare yer, only you will not believe me if I say. Here let me help you." A man that picks up your knickers, well now, even giving them a shake, damn shame they were the ones with the slight grey tinge, all the rage don't you know? But he doesn't seem to mind, Joe don't do that-- you don't need to fold my knickers, Christ. He smiles and holds out his hand, I am almost embarrassed to take them, considering looking round for someone else to blame them on, but that doesn't seem likely to work, and he is hardly going to want them for a souvenir "Though I best be on me way an' all, Ned will be chewing me ear out as it is fer coming back into town, and rightly so, I could have got meself killed, still short life and a merry one eh?" he is positively chipper now, strange for a man that may shortly be about to spend time at her Majesties pleasure at best. Long Live the Republic eh? But hang on a minute. Clunk Clunk. Christ Eva you are slow.

"Ned..."

"Aye lass, Ned Kelly"

"Right...." you know what? I have been a round a bit, one of those tourists who stayed but who read a guide book or two before they came, likes to look keen even the though the locals roll their eyes. I know who Ned Kelly was, and I know that if ever there was a bloke men might want to be round here, aside from Johnny Depp that is...it is Ned Kelly. Australian icon, Robin Hood of the Bush, man who wore the tin cans "Ned Kelly... you know what Joe, this is all falling into place now and I REALLY had best be on my way." I knew that name was familiar, Joe Byrne, he was the cultured one, right, ladies man, poet, Chinese speaker. He seems to find it all amusing anyhow, whole bunch of delusional bank robbers, perhaps on a weekend they get their mates over and pretend to be Oceans 11. 

" I don't expect you to believe me Eva" well thats good then, though I might be convinced to give it another try if you have someone looks like George Clooney, Brad Pitt at a push "But it is true all the same, you see that ridge over there?" I am following his finger now to see where the light from the stars lighting up the hills in the distance, damn but he smells good, of me and him and sex and horses, who knew huh? Four legged beasts could be so attractive "if yer change yer mind and.." ah Christ he is touching my face again, though it seems like the cigarette he is lighting now has something to say too, something like 'I am not going to beg you'

"We will be there a couple of night, have our sights set on the bank up the river in the next town. Mind the coppers don't follow yer though...when you come"

"you are a cheeky fucker you know that?"

"Aye" a wink in the kiss he just left on my cheek and it is all black around me again, nothing save a fag end in the dust and some damp knickers standing for testament.