They used to live at Rhoedean, and as I crunched the gravel under the Range Rover’s wheels her father looked out from behind the chinz curtains. “Don’t ask.” she insisted. “Sorry.” I apologised. She threw a orange folder across the able and announced “Then you can fuck my ass if I get an A,” she laughed wickedly. “There’s a telescopic pole, tape one end to each ankle” Penny suggested “and spread her legs a bit”
“Why?” I asked. “Look Smethwick,” he advised, “I know my daughter loathes you, and I suppose that is mutual, but, and I appeal to any decency you may have, for gods sake go home and out of my daughter’s life, she wants to be a Lawyer, she can’t associate with drug using scum like you.”
“I never use drugs.” I told him, “It wasn’t me that was caught.”
“So I have to take my daughter away, through no fault of her own do I?” he asked, “is that your final word.”
“It wasn’t me.” I repeated.
