" Weasley agreed."So call one of them," the Judge suggested in exasperation.The 'Victim fought his way through the skinheads and Mr Jones came forward..."I swear by almighty god that the evidence I shall give shall be," Jones started saying and big Norman glowered."Get on with it!" Norman hissed."Mr Jones, can you tell us what happened on the night in question," Weasley asked."Well see we was having a bit of a practice see," he said in his annoying Welsh sing song voice, "And there was this. We went straight upstairs to your bedroom that was nicely laid out and big enough to have this double divan bed, which dominated the room, a dressing table with stool as well as a chest of drawers. The wardrobes were built in so there was still plenty of space to move about in, unlike the cramped bedroom at my house. You started the ball rolling by getting undressed first with me following you in doing this. Your wife was a little shy at first as she slowly took her things off, but I didn’t. Now, which of you two lads is going to be first?"They looked at each other."Er?"Sterner now "OK you two. It's obvious that you've never done anything like this before have you?" They shook their heads, slightly ashamed. "So I'm going to make it easier for you. You're both quite good looking, so I'm not totally against this whole scenario?" They looked surprised and relieved "So I get to pick!"I walked up to Dave, put one arm around his neck, leaned in and kissed him. With my other hand, I. But then Kevin had come home with Josh occasionally and had been around Lauren enough times to remember her. Thinking about that made him frown as he passed a couple strolling along the sidewalk and holding hands.He had to admit being concerned about their age difference. Technically she was jailbait for anyone over eighteen, but when she’d kissed him it hadn’t mattered. He still polished that memory like precious treasure, obsessing over the whole weekend like Gollum with his ring. It had left.