No, she wasn’t ill, this had taken some effort. Sex It’s just, I rather like you, in a way. I say birthing because this would turn out to be a turd of such hugeness that it almost deserved to be named, something like Mombassa, or the Black Bole. Shit mainly smells, and you can fix that with a dab of Fuller’s Balm in each nostril. At this moment, rolling up the last few meters of a sandstone gravel driveway in the purple warrior, her dark purple glittery mini cooper, Jenny was not sitting comfortably. Back to Bray, and Jenny parked up. Some even liked it. Everything they couldn’t publish, they’ll have it all on tape, or on hard-drives. Jenny reached out and took it, turd squeezing between her fingers as she began to jerk him off. She’d even touched it, albeit whilst wearing gloves. At least I think I do, but I don’t really know anything about you at all. He was leaning against the tiled wall now, ogling her soapy body, now, finally, free of shit. Jenny could see him skipping round the table but she had a whole developing situation.
