“And tw and sixpence,” Van driver said, “Where’s thee kit, Mr Grimshaw said to tekk it up t’house as thee were his new bit on’t side.”
“Bugger me, thee as bit on’t side, what’s world comin’ to, is ‘ee blind or summat?” her mam ventured. “Oh,” Eli replied, “Oh, bloody hell, thee’s not bloody due yet and then its next door.”
“This is Micklethwaite and Frickley Insurance Associates.” Razor explained, “We offer insurance to street walkers and regulate the industry.”
“What MAFIA” Eileen gasped. “Yes our Dad,” she replied. “Fear not it’ll fit,” Eli assured her, “Might need a good push mind, thee better brace thee self.”
Eileen probably ought to have said no, no way, bugger that for a lark, you can stuff the job, o summat but the thought of all that solid meat going inside her turned her head and she gripped edge of desk firm like and spread her legs as far apart as they would go. “Shall us try?” he asked. “I’m not no whore, I’m here for book keeper’s job!” Eileen explained.
