Sandra fished the Strap on out, and Desmond’s eyes were wide with fear and excitement, the strap on had a cock about 100mm diameter and about a foot long. “East,” I says, “Where’s the fucking railway?”
“There,” says Al, pointing, “Fuck we’re fucking miles from our place!”
“Can you run in those wellies?” I asked, “Because it will be fucking light soon and no way do I want any fucker seeing me dressed like this!”
“Too right,” Al says, “Come on!” and we legged it. “Agghhhhh!” he wails again and we legs it up the stairs. fucking queer or something?”
“Well you’re a Lib Dem aren’t you?” he asked. “Button it!” I said and gave the drill a rev again, “Now Sandra said she’ll give you fucking lessons at a ton a throw,” I said, “Each.”
“Now hang on!” Desmond pleaded. Smack! “Right wagins roll!” I shouted and they looked at me like I was an idiot. The world was grey in the early morning light, soft rain hung in the morning mist mingled with smuts from
