ACT FIVE, SCENE ONE Another three and a half years since the last flashback: it is now 2036, early summer, in a Victorian Grade II listed townhouse in Islington, London. “Friends and Fuckers! Welcome! Lick my pussy, all of you!” Hildegard was dressed in a...
Colette lies in her bed, the soft cotton sheets caressing her skin. She’s smiling, her heart filled with contentment. Beside her, her husband, Steve, was breathing softly, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. The room was dark except for a small bit...
ACT FOUR, SCENE ONE a few days after our last chapter: Friday 21st May 2032, but very early in the morning, after a long night: The Corn Exchange, Cambridge We will, we will FUCK YOU! chanted the crowd. We will, we will FUCK YOU! “What a night, eh?!” Cunt...
"Yes, he has got a lot to answer for, Beckham," Helen admitted. "He sort of made tattoos acceptable. I still don't really like them, although..." She was what is often described as a "respectable married woman", ten years into the marital marathon and lea...
There was an unusual crowd at the airport. This was Guernsey, a British island of 60,000 people, forty-five minutes from London by plane. Quiet, respectable, a low tax area, which meant it was full of banks and trust companies, and therefore rich people a...
I had had my eye on Jackie for months. She was a casual employee at the newsagents/wool shop next to the off licence I worked in, and she would wander in from time to time and hang around, looking at the shelves but never buying anything. I concluded that...
Sylvie was a broad-minded girl. That was the expression she would have used, anyway. She was twenty-five and a nurse, long of red hair, full of figure, loud of laugh, and generous of body. Generous in stature and nature, that is. She had been around the b...
Hello Julie, I hope you don't mind my calling you that, but I have no idea what your name is. You could be Eleanor or Claudette or Monika with a K, I don't know. But Julie is a happy name and this is a happy story. I'm glad you came to Lush and please bea...
My parents used to take me to church every Sunday, I think because they thought I would be mixing with the right kind of people, or at least not the wrong kind. This was in the late 1960s, when the world was coming alive with a new spirit of adventure whi...
As I rounded the corner by the school, a small dog yapped at me, straining at a leash held by someone I couldn't see. A few steps later I realised it was the big woman from the street next to mine. The dog continued to pull and jump and make its barky noi...
Johnny was sitting in the phone shop, getting his account sorted out because the app wasn't working, and the assistant had gone out the back to check something. A girl walked in pushing a baby buggy. She looked about twenty. Medium height, quite slim, lon...
Janice was a good-looking woman in her late thirties. She was tall and well-proportioned - a bit more flesh on her than many men would like, but I thought she was just about perfect. She looked as if she must once have been very physically fit but had eas...
Marriage means a lot of things to a lot of people. Traditional marriage works for some and I thought that was the kind of marriage I was signing up for. After all, Cynthia and I had followed the traditional route to marriage. We had a traditional wedding...
"Come on, Matt," Marni whined. "You still have an hour left before you're done. Just go in back and get a stack of each and put 'em on the floor. By the time that's done, your shift will be almost over." Matt turned and walked away from her without saying...