“Condom?” she whispered. Porn “No!” she exclaimed, “Definitely not but it was hardly normal!”
“Eat your toast,” I suggested. “As a lying little lesbian tart,” I suggested. “Not saying!” she muttered. She was sobbing when I walked into the Gym, Perkins was just leaving with the bucket and mop, “It pissed itself again,” he said, “It was wanking itself with a whip handle earlier.”
“Hello,” I said brightly as I saw her crouching there, her back a mass of red weals some bloodied some just bruised. “Yes,” she admitted, “Look if I’m the best lover you ever ever had would you let me off?”
“Yes, if your the best lover ever.” I agreed, “Tell me you love me then.”
“I love you then,” she said without hesitation. “Graham Dott and Ali Carter.” I explained. “I like Stephen Hendry,” she said. It seemed odd that I now had a step mother eight years younger than myself,
