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each other,thit it’s aw sugar n spice, bit that’s crap. Thir jist like us. Fuckin worse, if the truth be telt.
    Ah hud her for a wee while, cause in ten minutes ah’ll be ready again, but it’s like she’s in a trance. Nae point wastin time. — Ah’d better go up n take a wee leak, ah tell her.
    As ah stand up n pill oan ma shreddies, then ma jeans n T-shirt, she’s staring oaf intae space, then wrappin her clathes roond her.
    Ah go upstairs, mountin the blue threadbare-carpeted steps two at a time. In the bog thir’s a shite thit husnae flushed away. It makes ays feel funny aboot peein in it, as if the shite’s gaunny fly up ma piss-tube, so ah pish in the sink then gie ma tackle a wee wash. When ah finish ah clocks this spider in the bath so ah blasts the cunt wi baith taps, flushin the fucker away, before gaun in tae the bedroom next door.
    Gail’s lying oan the bed, face doon. She’s goat the headphones oan, thir coming ootae the music centre fae a long cord, trailin doon the back ay her toap, n across one ay they nice buttocks, so she cannae even hear me come intae the room. Her erse looks great in they white troosers, ye can see the pant line stretchin oot ower the buttocks n vanishin right intae that erse n fanny crack. She’s readin this book oan the pillay, her long dark hair hingin doon. She’s goat a good body awright, chunkier than Maggie’s, much mair fuckin womanish.
    Thir’s a big poster ay Gary Glitter oan the waw above her. That cunt’s barry. Ah like that bit whin eh goes: ah’m the man thit pit the bang in gangs. He’s the fuckin boy. Ah mean, ah like The Jam n the Pistols now but him n Slade are the only cunts fae the auld days ah still go fir.
    Ah stand and take in the view for a bit, giein Gary a wee wink. Ah’ll show the cunt how tae pit the bang in gangs awright. So that’s ays as stiff as a fuckin rock again. Ah move ower n turn the volume doon n watch her spin aroond n pill oaf the headphones. She’s no surprised at aw tae see me. Ah’m surprised tae see her, cause she’s wearin they gold-rimmed glesses. That should turn ye oaf, but it jist makes me hornier than ever. — Awright four-eyes, ah goes.
    — Ah jist wear thum fir readin, she sais, takin thum oaf.
    — Well ah think thir sexy as anythin, ah say, movin right ower tae the bed, thinkin that if ah grab her and she kicks up fuck, ah’ll jist let go n tell her ah wis only jokin. But thir’s nowt tae worry aboot here, cause ma tongue’s in her mooth n thir’s nae resistance, so ah’ve goat ma cock oot, n she’s goat her hand oan it, well fuckin game.
    — No here . . . we cannae now . . . she goes, but she isnae in any big hurry tae lit go ay ma knob.
    — Fuck it, c’moan, Maggie kens the score, ah tell her.
    She looks at ays for a second but ah’m gittin ma gear oaf n she’s no far behind. We’re right under the covers. Ah’m feelin great n it’s barry thit ma cock’s still hard even though ah shot ah fair auld bit ay wad intae Maggie. The likes ay Carl or Wee Gally, they’d be up in the Royal in intensive care eftir a wank, nivir mind a bird. Disnae bother me, ah could fuck aw day.
    Ah’m impressed by this Gail’s attitude; nae fuckin aboot, the keks n the bra are oaf straight away. Ah loat ay birds leave oan the keks as sortay insurance thit thi’ll git a bit ay foreplay, but it’s only a toss-bag whae’d jist try n stuff it straight between a lassie’s legs whin thir’s plenty other fun tae be had first.
    So auld Gary Glitter’s lookin doon at us as ah’ve goat ma tongue between Gail’s legs. She’s tryin tae push ma heid away at first, but it becomes a rub oan ma scalp then a tug oan ma hair as ah starts lappin her up and she relaxes her grip and she’s right fuckin intae it. Ah’ve goat ma hands under her buttocks, gittin a good grope at her ersecheeks, then ah slide ma finger inside her and start giein her fanny a wee frig. Ah’m tryin tae twist roond, cause they big lips ay