Never Ever Leave Me by Elly Grant Read Free Book Online

removed her panties with his other hand.  She wriggled slightly and she whispered encouraging words in his ear.  She ran her fingers over the muscles on his legs admiringly.  Gordon grew hard, his need urgent.  He pulled up her body-hugging T-shirt which proclaimed ‘Cara’s hen night’, hauled down her bra to release her huge breasts then pinched her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
    “Ow, not so hard, you’re hurting me,” she cried pulling her mouth from his, but he was past the point of no return.
    With one arm he lifted her slightly off the table, placed his hard body between her legs and , gripping her buttocks, he roughly entered her.  Tracy writhed and whimpered.  There was no tenderness in their coupling.  Gordon didn’t care if she enjoyed the experience or not. After a couple of minutes she’d had enough of him, but before she could actually ask him to stop, a satisfying throbbing overtook him.  He groaned with pleasure as he climaxed.  Pushing her away from him, he stepped back. Being full of alcohol-fuelled passion, there was no denying that Tracy had wanted their encounter, but she felt humiliated by Gordon’s lack of tenderness.  Her eyes filled with tears and she began to sob.
    “I feel sick,” she said.
    Time for me to go, Gordon thought.  Quickly he straightened his clothing and, with Tracy still sitting on the table with her T-shirt pushed up, her bra round her waist and her panties on the ground, he made a quick exit.
    That was a cheap night, he thought as he made his way home and I needn’t have bothered changing the sheets.

 
    CHAPTER 8
     
    Once the initial excitement of securing a job was over Katy knew she had some practical things to take care of before beginning work.  Firstly, and most importantly, her wardrobe needed some additions.  Although she had enough clothes, she didn’t have the correct attire for an office environment.  When she thought of all the things she’d left behind she could have wept.  Still, there could be no looking back.  She didn’t have much money and she’d need every penny when she got a flat, but one suit and borrowed shoes just wouldn’t cut it.
    “George at ASDA is what you need,” Marie said.  “The store at Toryglen is open twenty-four hours a day and although their clothes are very cheap, they’re stylish.  You cannae go wrong with George at ASDA.”
    “You’ll even be able to get shoes and a decent bag there,” Lisa said.
    “I buy my Brian’ s school clothes there and if they survive his heavy wear, they’ll survive anything,” Pat added.
    “When the weans are asleep we’ll go with you.  Nadia can babysit,” Marie said.  “We can all try on clothes.  It’ll be fun and we could do with a night out.”
    Katy wasn’t sure that she wanted an entourage to accompany her, but she could hardly refuse when they were being so kind and supportive.  She glanced from one girl to the next and was appalled at how scruffy and poor they looked.  Then she felt ashamed for judging them.  Of course they looked poor, they started off with next to nothing and now they had even less, and yet they’d have given her their last penny to help her.  If the shoe was on the other foot she probably wouldn’t have given any of them a second glance never mind a helping hand.
    The supermarket was a short bus ride from the refuge.  It was huge, bright and welcoming and surprisingly busy for the time of day.  Within the hour Katy had purchased two skirts, two blouses, a pair of shoes and even a lightweight, black suitcase, all for under a hundred pounds.  She was particularly pleased with the case as she didn’t want to leave the refuge the same way she’d arrived, toting her belongings in a duvet cover.
    The group of women laughed and joked as they tried on clothes.  They mercilessly teased each other, making remarks like ‘mutton dressed as lamb’ and ‘you look like a stuffed sausage’, as they assessed each