“Tell him to fuck off,” I says. “Yes, why?” I asked. Indian hot sex “And you know where I suppose?” she asked. April was out if it, I figured someone had been dishing out those dodgy legal highs they cobble up in chemistry lab at Wetherfield Tech, or High Grange, the University of Whetherfield as they calls it now “Lethal Highs,” we called them and as I wanted fuck all to do with drugs so I fucked off home. “Depends if you take the top off first,” she says with a big smile stalling for time. Phil Jennings mis heard, “Stick a cock in it!” he shouted so Big Norman decides to oblige. “Two fifty up front,” she said, “The rest when I get the story.”
“I’ll ring our April and check where they’ve gone,” I said, “Hang on a tick.”
I went to the phone booth, as it happened trade down town centre where our April was was a bit slack so she jumped at the chance of a hundred notes for a three way with Henry and me at Henry’s place so that was the first part sorted. “Stop there,” I says but in she came anyway, I tried to keep the door shut and push her in kitchen but she saw enough.
