” I had waited a second whilst I had hurriedly chewed upon the cake and then swallowed quicker than I would have liked. I then put the plate down on...the glass coffee table to the left of me. “Well, where do I start? I’m a bus driver as you know, I have my own house, two bedroomed, in Bell Street. I’m thirty-seven years of age—“ “Hmmm. Just two years younger than me,” Gina had interjected and then added: “Continue.” “I’m single, I broke up with my long term partner, Sharon, just over a year ago.. "How old is she Bette, I don't want to be roped in for molesting a child?" She is eighteen and three months, well over the legal limit, well will you do it." I haven't heard her ask?" Glad, do you want this man to fuck you, put is penis in your itchy spot." Will he, oh great, Ill take off my nightie." Which she quickly did.How could a body like that have a simple mind? She was blonde and the dumb blonde jokes came to mind, but they weren't as simple as Glad."Why not Bette, but you had better. .. and that's a lovely name, Callum!" And what's your wee dogs name?" said Mrs Neill."That's Sam!"John brought Sam's blankets in from the car and placed them near the wood burning stove in the kitchen. Sam automatically lay down and John stroked his head:"You stay here, Boy, we won't be long!"Jo followed him as he carried their cases up to the bedroom. On the walls of John's room were hung his Cambridge University Master's Degree certificate and his graduation photographs, together with various. She’d turned out to be extremely open to suggestion once I’d got her off. I had to find out for myself. Using what little strength I had left, I pulled myself to a sitting position and looked over at Tina. Her face was even more hideous with streams of tears running down it. I didn’t say anything although I felt a decent person would at least “ask” her what was wrong.… I didn’t feel like being a decent person. This bitch had verbally and physically abused me for hours before I got lucky and.