This really didn’t suit me and, after a few words as to why trade had fallen off I decided that I’d had enough. But what to do?The answer turned u... quite unexpectedly. There was an old pub a couple of valleys to the west that had been standing empty for several years. It belonged to a bloke who bought it thinking he could use kidology on the locals and tell them that he could reopen it if they supported his planning application to divide off one cottage and extend to form another with the pub. .yeah,” she finished.“I have never taken a martial art class in my life. Nor piano, nor book club or chess club. Oh, and my parents aren’t expecting me to become a doctor.” I added the last part with a chuckle.She joined in, albeit guiltily. “Yeah, sorry,” she repeated. “So wait, what do you, like… do after school?”“Go home, do chores, then whatever. Sometimes I draw, I play video games… whatever every other high school student does after school, minus the hanging out part, apparently.”“I bet. Anyway Here goes. She invited 2 more magazine salesmen in to fuck her. She fucked 3 different guys she played tennis with. 2 of the guys she fucked together about 5 times. She even allowed them to each fuck her, take a break and then fuck her again, all in the same session and outside at a park during the evening. Then she fucked those same 2 tennis guys individually about 5 more times apiece. The 3rd tennis court guy she fucked about 8 or so times by himself. She fucked a guy doing contract. ”“I had a letter today from the council housing department. They refused me a flat, apparently me and the baby don’t rate anything more than a bedsit.”“Oh!” Morgan knew it would come. “Have they given you a moving date?”“No not yet, not until the baby is born. Have a guess who the housing officer was that signed the letter.”“I, I don’t know, I don’t think I know anyone who works there.”“Graham’s mum. She’s responsible for my case, that’s why I’ll never get anywhere.” Susan was crying.