Bridie sat quietly in Dr Reilly’s surgery trying to take in what he was saying. “Do you for twenty quid!” she laughed. He puss was buzzing, she needed another cock to keep the high going, maybe give her an “O”
A guy came along, mid twenties, tall, muscular, stone washed Levis, black jacket, white T shirt, white Caucasian, her heart skipped a beat. Spunk dribbled down her leg. “I mixed up your results,” He said, “I had to tell you, it was Sister Amelia with the HIV not you.”
“Oh Christ!” Bridie sighed, “I been fucking Asians for nothing.”
“Well you might be HIV now,” he admitted, “I brought a swab and if its Ok we’ll do a proper test,”
“Oh Jeesus,” Bridie sighed. Three weeks later and Bridie was standing in the rain outside Boots the Chemist in Rochdale. Bridie lost count of the number of times she had cum. “But me Da won’t work and me Ma has eight kids at home to feed, I’m the only earner!” she protested, “I need every cent I can get.”
The doctor sighed
