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sausage and mash."
    Malcolm sat at the table in the same chair he had inhabited for the last forty seven years. He picked up his knife and fork and began to eat the plate of four sausages and ample mash which sat before him.
    "Fucking greedy pig," Malcom's dad, Trevor, sneered. "Always stuffing your face, why don't you go out and get a job? Pay your own way in this world." Trevor picked up the newspaper in front of him. With his salt and pepper hair, bulbous nose and grey watery eyes, he was an older, slimmer version of his son.
    "Leave him alone Trevor," Deirdre admonished him. "He's trying to get a job, aren't you love?" she patted Malcolm on the shoulders. "It's not easy when you're Malc's age, and it's not his fault he couldn't work in the Bookies anymore; is it love?"
    "Well. All he does is come in and go out, come in and got out; he barely speaks, never brings any money in and gets on my fucking nerves." Trevor complained.
    "Oh that's so typical of you. Kick a man while he's down. That's your son, you should be more sympathetic." Deirdre tut tutted as she manoeuvred around her kitchen.
    "When I was a young man, I would never just sit around like he does," Trevor complained, "I'd be out and about and I wouldn't give up."
    "Well he's not you."
    Malcolm ate in silence as his parents played their verbal tennis match. He hated living at home with his parents again. When he had been much younger, he had left home to live with a girl called Jenny. She hadn't been the most beautiful of girls and had been a large woman with a bosom of epic proportions. When Jenny rode Malcolm during sex her breasts would rest on his face and almost suffocate him; he loved the weight and feel of them and often encouraged Jenny to eat more so her breasts would grow even bigger. Jenny had seemed happy enough with Malcolm for a few years, but suddenly changed when she began to diet and save for a breast reduction. Her confidence grew and she no longer needed Malcolm in her life. If he was honest Malcolm was relieved when Jenny announced she'd been having an affair with a work colleague. Her now surgically reduced bosom had become nowhere near big enough for Malcolm's taste and he had no longer enjoyed the infrequent, un-suffocating sex they rarely partook in.
    The only downside to the end of their relationship was Malcolm could no longer afford the rent on the tiny bedsit they had occupied. Working in a Bookmakers involved long hours for very little pay and when gambling was so readily available to him, Malcolm had found it hard to resist placing his own bets every payday. Very rarely he would have a win but more often than not, the bills would not get paid. And so Malcolm found himself back at home and the subject of his parents' daily toing and froing of insults and accusations.
    Depression snaked its way into Malcolm's psyche and it wasn't much longer before he was sacked from the job he had stopped turning up for. Life had been pretty grim since then; constantly sneered at and derided by his father and yet fawned and fussed over by his mother. His parents were definitely a game of two halves and Malcolm couldn't wait until the whistle called time on both their lives.
    Vixen and girls like her were the only thing that held Malcolm's interest now. He longed for a new pair of pendulous breasts to smother his face and take his breath away. He was convinced it would only be a matter of time before Vixen gave into Malcolm's ministrations and let him even further into her life. It didn't matter that he was old and fat; she was desperate for it, all the magazines told him just that.
    Malcolm finished his dinner and began to leave the table.
    "You look lovely in your suit Malcolm," Deirdre's smile shone at him. "Where are you going now love?"
    "Out to look for a job." Malcolm informed her.
    "At 5 o'clock in the evening?" his dad asked him incredulously.
    "Chef," Malcolm mumbled before collecting his large holdall from the corridor.
    "And what the fuck is