Peter was just left to mope around his mother, hands in his pockets kicking at the gravel. “Peter, this is Quentin, we’ve just been talking to him earlier!”
“Nice to meet you old chap!” he held out a hand which Peter shook. But just as they were about to feel Stephen’s abdomen, the kiss was broken. Now perk up, we’re in the upper classes now! Quickly, his mouth was at the head of Stephen, begging to be filled once again. “Is he our new daddy?” Peter smirked in his mother’s ear. Brace yourself!”
“What?” Peter was then thrown right inside stable 3, which was thankfully clean. It made him cringe every time his mother tried to find a new bloke that was way out of her league. Brace yourself!”
“What?” Peter was then thrown right inside stable 3, which was thankfully clean. What made things worse was the fact that none of them bore the strains of a 3 hour car journey that was written all over Peter’s face.
