As i returned with drinks for all my mate was on the sofa with one each side of him.His arms were around there shoulders and they were kissing him.I p...t the drinks down, took mine and sat in the arm chair opposite. I wasn´t going to disturb him or them as tonight was looking up for him in more ways than one.The Divorcee had started to unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers as the other on carried on kissing him.It wasn´t long before she had her hand down his trousers before shouting holy fuck. If not with my daughter then with some other young chick you charmed into letting you fuck her. Maybe you handed out some of those used vacuum cleaners of yours and got away with it like that, huh? You prick!"She lurched against a wall, pushed herself back from it, lost her balance and sprawled across the arm of the couch and then straight back across it. She gasped from exertion. She sighed and stretched her legs out. She was wearing only a very thin wrapper, a light blue silk thing that was. Yes. Strong genes they must be, to pull you into the air and look so much like him.” She looked away, pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and blew her nose noisily. “This mist will persist until dark. Will you stay overnight? I have some petrol if you need it.”“Thank you,” I thought, and went on, “That would be good, as long as I’m not putting you out. Of course I’ve nothing with me but what I stand up in, Missus Slattersthwaite.”“Please, call me Edna. No problem. I’ve a few things of my late. "My mum didn't like the Hodges one little bit. Ma Hodge was from Birmingham, and anyone from north of Potters Bar was viewed by my mother as a Northern barbarian; Pa Hodge was from Theydon Bois, which to my mother was 'the countryside', a totally alien environment, inhabited by Cro-Magnon carrot crunchers. Pa Hodge was also rather swarthy, and my mother suspected that he might have Pikey–Gypsy-blood.Actually this aversion by my mother to someone born only about 10 miles away was a bit strange,.
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