“TannerPharm wasn’t even a dream of yours. You wanted nothing more than a comfortable home and wife who wouldn’t divorce you for half of a used ...edan. Do not believe you will be granted what you do not deserve?”“I should’ve aimed for the speakers.” I muttered. I hammered the little door for the sixteenth time. No one came to check. I moved back to the television.It hurt like hell. Shards of glass or hard plastic burst around my elbow. The screen shorted out and shut down. My frustrating voice. "Sure, thanks, " she said at last, "but...could you take a look for me? I really want to checkit's going to be ok". This time Will hesitated. James had told him about Tara, how excited he was about finding herand signing her to the Slut Factory. He could see what James had been talking about. Willdidn't replay immediately, but after a few minutes of driving in silence he pulled off at aservice station and parked his prized beamer in a discreet corner by the air compression units. "OK", he. "Blanche," she said. "You have the same last name that he has. You come from the same town he lives in. And all of the girls told me that you nearly passed out when you looked up and saw him when he saved you from nearly being smacked by that puta's customer." He's your ex-husband and you still love him don't you?" she asked. "He's the reason why for the past eight years your pussy has been sewed up so tightly that nothing put soap, water and tampons can get into it."As she looked at me, I did. Obviously Brenda knew the truth behind our marriages, but she and mum had become close friends and the elderly lady had cried with joy when mum asked if she would give her away,Alf Jones was my best man, a fact which made him glow with pride and Garry's cousin John was his, everybody from the factory was there, Susan and Agnes sniffing behind their handkerchiefs, but with good cause, the girls looked stunning in their identical white wedding dresses, although the vicar had tried to tell mum.