“So what do say you’re called?” I asked. XXX “Night in cells,” I says. So there she were, laid back, cunt all bare and waiting, sort of lonely, so I rubbered up like you do, and do you know when I looked up some other fucking cunt had beat me to it. “Yeah put a sock in it!” says Kenny. Jasmine’s blush turned to a sheepish grin, “Would you mind awfully if I lay down for a while?” she asked. I went to look of a beer, the doorbell went again, “Can I have a glass of water?” the old bitch asks. maybe next time I’m in Yorkshire?”
“This was Lancashire,” I says, “What about the rest of the cash?”
“Sorry,” she said, “But I will make it up to you, promise.”
To be continued.
