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Chapter V
"I want him out," Tabitha told Sarah with crossed arms. "He is just 
simply not appropriate to live with us."
"Yeah, I know," Sarah snapped and then apologised as she shook her head. 
"I'm sorry, I know. I tried talking to my Dad. Told him, Adam living 
with us was as appropriate as bacon sandwiches at the Middle East peace 
talks but he just said we will have to make do."
Tabitha sighed. "But he is a racist. And he is so intolerant. And I 
daren't tell him our secret, can you imagine what the response would be 
if he found out?"
Natalie sighed and looked across. "I agree. He is a fuckin' nightmare. 
We can't be ourselves with him around; he has to grow up or go."
"Yeah. Preaching to the converted," she told them. "But we can't make 
him go. He won't go and Dad has no interest in making him go."
"We could all try and make him uncomfortable," Tabitha suggested. "Or 
making this a beer-free zone."
"He has a right to eat his takeaways or drink his beer in the house. As 
long as he tidies up after himself," Natalie told them. "We can't stop 
him doing that."
"Yeah I know," Sarah muttered. "But I just want him out really. He's 
just so male."
Natalie shrugged and put her head back on the mismatched chair. "Be 
honest, the male gender has done little to endear themselves to either 
of us recently," she admitted. "Except maybe Tab who hasn't had too much 
of a problem getting friendly." Sarah and Tabitha looked at each other 
and chuckled.
"Nah, but 'e's just the worst kind of guy. He is just so 
house-untrained," Sarah replied. "He ain't a geek who is shit scared of 
girls. He fancies 'imself. An intolerant fuckwit."
"Ok, so we gonna do?"
Sarah sighed. "I gotta talk to Dad again. He can't stay 'ere. It ain't 
on and wonder if we can get someone to fill in."
"There gotta be some nudists who 'ave to live with textiles," Natalie 
muttered. "Not everyone can live like us, or Jack and friends. There got 
to be someone."
Tabitha looked at Sarah and nodded. "Long as dey don't mind," she said 
in her ethnic drawl. "'bout baby when she comes."
Sarah rubbed her nose and stretched out. "So where is the little runt?"
"Workin'. Wiv his Dad," Natalie muttered. "He's in later."
Sarah nodded and bit her lip. "I'll talk to Dad, see what he can do."
"And if he says no?" Tabitha asked and Natalie grinned.
"If he says no then I say we just start to live our life. There's three 
of us, one of him."
Sarah nodded. "Ya ain't gonna make him house trained."
"Or not a racist," Tabitha added.
"Or not a chauvinistic, sexist pig."
"Yeah, I know," Natalie said with a shrug. "I know this but if he has to 
stay then we need to offer an olive branch."
Sarah sighed. "I'll go see me Dad. I'll do my best on him. He might 
budge," she said hopefully. "He might be pig-headed or he might be 
reasonable. Let's hope."
* * * * *
The stocky frame of Adam's father shouted across the small garage at him 
as he walked through the open doors and passed a car on the ramps. "All 
right Adam, how ya doing?"
Adam grunted and wiped his eyes. "Tired," he replied with a sleepy look 
and retrieved a set of grubby navy blue overalls from the wall. "Was 
nicely in the land of nod."
"Yeah well, that Troy. He wants ditching, I just haven't got 'round to 
doing it but every week he has a day off for one reason or t'other. It's 
not on. Reckon he was out last night on the piss."
"Well it was Friday night." Adam gave a theatrical yawn and stretched. 
"So where do you want me?"
Adam heard a shout from behind him and spun around to see his father's 
long-standing assistant bellowing. "Hey, Diane wants to know. Tea or 
Coffee?"
"Alright Danny. Tea. Black. No sugar," Adam called back and then asked 
his father about Diane.
"Ahh, lovely little eighteen year old. I ditched the Paki girl as she 
had 'er hand in the till. Can't trust 'em."
"Shit Dad. What did the Police say?"
"Don't get me started on the effing cops. Useless bunch of whatever. But 
you might remember Diane. Ivy's friend from Guides or whatever it was."
"No I don't," Adam muttered and looked up to see a stick-thin girl 
totter down the steps to the garage holding a tray of drinks, dressed in 
white top that was accentuating her figure and a short tartan skirt. 
"Not been here long?" Adam asked under his breath and his father smiled.
"No. Third day. But she is good with the customers."
"How long before she is changing the oil on a motor?"
Stuart Hodson laughed heartily as he watched the girl approach them 
shaking her long, blonde hair back. "I have left the biscuits in there 
as you ain't washed your hands," she told them quietly and looked at the 
young man watching her. "You must be Adam, right?"
"Yeah," he squeaked and took his drink from the tray. He watched closely 
as she backed away with the empty tray and her rear swung seductively as 
she walked. "She's nice."
"Cracking piece of eye candy," Danny spluttered and Adam grinned.
"Yah not wrong there." Adam was given a small hatchback to change the 
brakes on and then do an oil change on a battered Fiesta before 
lunchtime. Although he wasn't a trained mechanic, he had worked in his 
father's garage since he was fourteen from time to time and could easily 
do basic car maintenance tasks without too much help or supervision.
Although Adam liked his weekends, he was always willing to help his 
father's business and it was not unusual for him to do a Saturday shift 
if his father was short staffed.
Stuart popped out at lunchtime and returned with four meals from the 
local fast food restaurant that drew scorn from Diane as they came into 
her reception. "It's not healthy," she moaned as Stuart passed her a 
large burger, chips and fizzy drink.
"Ahh well. We've been working hard," Adam said truthfully and took a 
giant gulp of the cool lemonade. "When are we gonna get you to do 
something on the cars?"
Diane shrieked and looked at the owner of the garage. "I can't do 
mechanic stuff," she moaned in a high pitched voice and showed her 
perfectly manicured nails. "I'd break a nail."
Adam suppressed a smile. "Ahhh," he goaded and took a bite of his burger 
with his dirty hands. "They'll grow back."
Danny stretched and idly flicked on the television, looking at the 
fixtures on Ceefax. "Ahh shit. We're at Stoke," he moaned.
"Well you will support a rubbish team," Adam replied and Danny raised 
eyebrows.
"Hey, when you are in the top flight," he started, to a sneer in 
response from the young man.
"Not for long. Ya going down," Adam taunted. "Hell I reckon Preston'll 
beat Blackburn now."
"You guys never change," Stuart said with a smile and looked at Diane. 
"That OK? You didn't say what you wanted."
Diane looked at her half-eaten chicken burger and nodded. "It's just a 
lot for me."
"A lot?" Adam cried. "It's tiny."
"Well it's a lot. I don't want to put on weight." Adam bit his lip as he 
looked down at his slight paunch and then finished the last of his meal.
"I got an old lady coming in to say that her wheels need checking and Mr 
Graham said he was going to come in for a new exhaust this afternoon. 
Are you OK with the exhaust?" Stuart looked towards his son who muttered 
as he stretched his legs out in front of him.
"Yeah. That's fine. I changed Carl's in the Summer."
"Hey, what's this all about you being shacked up with a house of birds?" 
Danny asked with a grin.
Adam took a deep breath and hummed. "Yeah well. That's not my choice. My 
new digs burnt down before I moved in so it's that or sharing a room 
with Ivy and her boyfriend."
"Yeah. We are having words with her about him," Stuart told him. "They 
both needs to get jobs. I ain't supporting both of 'em while she tries 
to get knocked up."
Adam looked at Danny who shrugged; he had clearly heard most of the 
familial trouble first-hand over the previous few months. "I got a 
floor," Danny offered. "It can't be worse than living with an 'ouse full."
Diane sniffed. "I don't reckon they want to live with Adam any more than 
he wants to live with them," she suggested to howls of derision from the 
three men.
"I ain't a problem to me," Adam told her. "It's them with a problem." 
Stuart marked the end of the discussion by calling time on their lunch 
break and ushering his employees back to work. It took them all 
afternoon, but by four all the cars been collected and Stuart suggested 
that they close up for the day. He gave four banknotes to his son and a 
slightly bigger bundles to Danny and Diane for their weekly employment 
and locked up.
"I'd love to take you out one night. A film, a meal, whatever you 
fancy," Adam offered to Diane as she walked down the row of parked cars 
to her scooter at the end.
Diane licked her lips and gave a brief smile. "That's so sweet, but you 
aren't really my type."
"Oh OK, no problem," Adam said instantly and she touched him on the arm.
"I mean, you're a nice guy but you aren't my type and you are a bit old 
for me, really."
Adam sniffed; he was 23. When did that become too old to date an 
eighteen year old?
* * * * *
"Dad," Sarah said sweetly as she entered his small offices in the town 
centre.
"The answer is no," he told her, not looking up from his computer.
"You don't know what I was going to ask," Sarah replied with an annoyed 
tone to her voice.
George pressed a button on his keyboard and put both hands behind his 
head, leaning back on the chair. "Sorry love."
Sarah's scowl left her face and she put down one of the two coffee cups 
in her hand as well as a muffin in front of her father. "Vanilla latte, 
extra shot plus a blueberry muffin."
"My favourite," he said with a smirk. "You must be really serious."
Sarah sat down in her chair and rubbed her hands together. "The girls," 
she started. "They are worried."
"The answer is no."
"I haven't finished," Sarah snapped and stared at the desk for a moment. 
"Tabitha is scared. Her friend was subject to a racist attack a couple 
of weeks ago and Adam was with the attacker. She doesn't feel 
comfortable in her own home. And she is pregnant so her being nervous is 
no good for the baby."
George shook his head and sighed. "I've known the Hodsons for a long 
time. Stuart keeps my cars on the road and Adam is a good lad. Now if 
his friend got caught up in it all then that's his friend but there is 
no problem with Adam. And anyway, all the minorities are always claiming 
discrimination or racism for everything. I wouldn't read too much into it."
Sarah puffed and sipped at her coffee. "But listen. We don't want him 
there. They have begged me to come and talk to you but we don't know 
what to do. I mean, he even cooked a Roast Beef dinner for two vegetarians."
George laughed. "He's tried to be nice then. And anyway I've told you to 
stop that before. You aren't even a proper vegetarian as you eat fish."
Sarah glared at him. "Oh don't start this again. I am a pescetarian but 
vegetarian is easier to explain." He threw up his hands and she grinned. 
"Anyway, it's my choice. I just don't feel comfortable eating something 
that was once a farm animal. But Adam isn't right for us."
"Because he eats meat. Now listen Sarah, you are a grown woman now, but 
I think teaching all those kids has meant you are acting silly. You need 
to grow up and just get on with him. He isn't that bad."
Sarah interjected. "But "
"But I am a very busy man, I have two properties to look at, as well as 
getting more quotes for restoring a fire-wrecked house, I will not 
discuss Adam living with you anymore."
Sarah pursed her lips together and tapped the side of her head with her 
fingers. "Right," she muttered and pushed her chair away with the backs 
of her legs as she stood up, grabbing the coffee and then the uneaten 
Blueberry muffin. "I'll 'ave that back then."
"Oi," he cried. "I was looking forward to that." Sarah didn't reply and 
stormed out of the first floor office and out into Lancaster throwing 
the drink and cake into a nearby bin; why wouldn't her father just 
listen to her?
She stormed off towards her car parked in the supermarket car park. 
"What did he say?" Natalie asked the moment Sarah opened the door to the 
lounge.
"Nothing. He said no."
Natalie wiped her mouth. "If he can't go then I vote we just be 
ourselves. This was a Nudist house last week and it can be a Nudist 
house next week."
"But " Sarah started and Natalie folded her arms.
"Why should we be the ones to change? I don't like wearing clothes 
around my own house. I want to be like it used to be."
"She's right," Tabitha said instantly. "We worried about what he would 
think but we shouldn't. We should be ourselves."
"I am worried about his reaction. I don't want to be a freak show. I 
don't want him watching us, or bringing his mates 'round," Sarah 
muttered. "Can you imagine that, every day different blokes drooling 
over us?"
"Maybe we could try talking to him?" Natalie suggested but Sarah shook 
her head. "No seriously. Explain to him why we go naked. At home, and, 
well whenever we can. And tell him we want him to do it, or at least 
respect our choice to do so."
Sarah shook her head. "No. We dain't need to explain anything to him. 
This is our house. We live our life as we want to. He needs to live by 
our rules. If we are naturist then he needs to be as well." Natalie 
shrugged and then with a smile, Sarah took her T-Shirt off to reveal her 
lacy bra.
"Turn the heating up," she asked Natalie who leant over to touch the 
thermostat up to where it was the week before.
Tabitha, still in her pyjamas, hooked her hands underneath her rotund 
belly and took her pink top off, throwing it onto the floor. "Ya better 
be right about this," she asked Sarah who had just finished getting 
naked and she looked up at the undressing girls.
"I hope so," she replied and leant back with her legs outstretched. 
"Fresh air to all of me. Shall we watch a film?"
Natalie smiled and watched as Sarah and Tabitha settled down on the 
large couch and she got up to get everyone a drink.
They watched the television in almost silence, it was a powerful film 
that they had all seen before many times and although it was several 
years old it still brought tears to their eyes.
The door slammed shut as the film finished and Sarah shivered in shock. 
She felt her heart quicken and she nodded towards Natalie, spread out on 
the chair, her vivacious body on display. "Stay calm," she whispered and 
watched the door as a body opened it.
"What the fuck?"

Chapter VI
"I knew it. A bunch of dykes." The was silence as Adam looked all three 
of them. "Well I don't mind watch "
"We're naturists," Natalie interrupted sharply with a scowl.
"What?"
Natalie looked at the confused man and shook her head. "We are 
naturists. We like to live without clothes."
Adam gulped. "You mean ..." He started and his throat felt dry. "All the 
time?"
The naked Sarah coughed and he tore his eyes away from her pert breasts 
and radiant skin, covering his crotch with his hands. "All the time. 
That's the reason we didn't want you here."
"As well as the bathroom habits, the farting, the mates, leaving the 
kitchen in a mess, the racism, sexism "
"Tabs," Natalie cooed gently and put her hand on the thigh of the 
ranting woman. "Ssssh."
"But why?" Adam asked and Sarah looked at both of her female house mates.
"All over tan works for me, and it is so much freer and nicer."
"Freer and nicer," parroted the bemused man and Sarah grinned.
"Yeah, freer and nicer. Air gets everywhere. Clothes are so restricting."
Natalie licked her lips and rubbed her hands together. "Clothes are a 
barrier to be assembled when you are frightened of the people you meet. 
Society demands it out of religious intolerance and I reject that being 
imposed upon me. We want freedom."
Sarah waited for Natalie to finish and then sighed. "Yeah, and we hate 
washing. And ironing. It's shit."
Tabitha laughed and stroked the leg of her friend. "She can't iron. But 
then I've seen ya shirt ya did the other day. Ya shit at it as well."
"But why were you dressed when I came?" Adam pressed against the 
stiffening member in his trousers as he looked at the three naked women 
before him. "Have you been lez-ing up?"
Natalie groaned. "Naturism isn't a sexual thing. And we were dressed as 
we didn't know you but we aren't suppressing it anymore."
Adam. "No, I can see that," he muttered as he looked directly between 
Natalie's outstretched legs.
"And we aren't naked for you to ogle us every day," she warned him as 
she watched his eyes move about her body. "I ain't gonna watch ya 
licking ya lips and stroking ya-self."
"No," Adam replied and shook his head. "I mean, sure. I don't get it. I 
mean, I don't care. Fuckin' birds wandering around without any keks on, 
I ain't gonna mind." He looked at Sarah's model-like figure and smiled. 
"If ya want to."
Sarah looked over at Natalie and grinned. "Well if we are naked," Sarah 
said coyly. "And this is a naturist house. Then so should you be."
Adam's heart raced and his mind whirred. "Ahh well ... it's a bit ... I 
don't fookin' what?" He stammered and spluttered in shock.
Natalie looked at her companions. "He doesn't think he will measure up," 
she told him, her thumb and her finger an inch apart and raised her 
eyebrows. "No wonder he is embarrassed."
Adam scowled and shook his head. "Ahh well there is no doubt about that 
now, is there?"
"Really?" Natalie said with a sultry look and watched as Adam's eyes 
barely left her large bosom and slightly overweight body. He stared at 
the curvy girl and then snapped out of his trance.
"No," he replied quickly. "I am not scared of it, I just oh God," he 
snapped and rubbed his eyes. "I think I am dreaming. I have moved into a 
house of nudist girls and they ..." he trailed off and the girls looked 
at each other. "That's it. This is a dream."
Sarah laughed. "You aren't. But this is our house, it was a naked house 
before and we are making it so. If you want to live with us then live 
like us please and leave your dressing gown by the door and live with 
our rules."
"I ain't wandering around starkers!" Adam cried. "And what about 
visitors?" Adam squeaked.
"Some of our visitors join us when they come, others don't. But we do 
warn each other when people are coming and sometimes we have to cover up."
Natalie's eyes bored into Adam who sat there and sniffed. "It'd mean 
that we'd be happier if you joined us," she told him and cocked her head 
to one side. "I'd be happier."
"I am going to have a shower," he told them. "And I am sure this is an 
April's Fools Joke."
The girls watched the dirty mechanic leave the room in a trance and 
strip off in the small bathroom as the water went tepid and then hot in 
the cubicle. He stepped in and closed his eyes, allowing the warm water 
to wash away the dirt from the day.
His mint shower gel tingled as he ran it over his body and he groaned as 
he stretched his legs. It was manual work in the garage and his muscles 
needed to rest. What he wanted was a takeaway and a few beers in front 
of his games console.
A few minutes in the shower, Adam returned to the bright pink bathroom 
and slippery wooden floor, grabbing one of his four towels and rubbing 
it over his body, flicking drops of water onto the wooden panelling.
What were the motives of the girls' behaviour? Were they trying to get 
him embarrassed and move out, as if that was the case then they were not 
going to succeed; putting three sexy women naked in a house with him was 
a lot more pleasant than three bitchy, nagging women who the smiling, 
giggling naked girls seemed to have replaced.
Maybe it was a hidden camera stunt or that he was going to go downstairs 
naked and they all be dressed and then they use that as proof he needed 
to go. He sighed and walked up to his room; his towel wrapped around his 
waist and rubbed between his legs to dry his thighs.
Of course there was a nervousness there. Not a single girl had seen him 
naked for months and his dates of late had fizzled into apathy and 
rejection. He needed to stop worrying; three girls wanted him to be 
naked and he reached for his dressing gown.
He would play them at their game, but on his terms, he thought as he 
swung the gown over his shoulders and walked towards his bedroom door.
* * * * *
Sarah looked up as Adam entered the room, dressed in his blue dressing 
gown. "That better be coming off," she told him with a smirk. "And you 
better be naked."
"Only if you take it off," he replied with a grin, his heart fluttering. 
Tabitha's eyes widened and she gripped Sarah's hand.
"I'll do it," Natalie offered, got up from her small couch and walked 
over to Adam, running her hands around his fleecy garment and untying 
the knot while maintaining eye contact with him. She licked her lips and 
slid her hands inside and gripped his waist, while she allowed his 
dressing gown to slip off his shoulders.
Adam gasped as the garment came free, and he felt his knees wobble 
slightly; Adam was not a prude but he wasn't comfortable with being 
completely naked in front of the three baying girls at least not in a 
non-sexual sense. Natalie ran her hands back around his waist and smiled 
at him, catching the navy gown and turned to Sarah. "Yep, he's properly 
attired now."
"See, I said I had nothing to be afraid of," he told them, his cock 
slightly engorged and Natalie glanced down with a wry grin at it quickly 
filled and rose to it's six inch length. He instinctively put his hands 
across his crotch; he had never been naked with so many women before and 
his cheeks went red.
Her hands glided across his waist and she whispered into her ear. "I'm 
sure you don't, but naturism isn't about boasting." She touched his 
hands and moved them to one side. "Or about being embarrassed about your 
body."
"OK can we get something to eat now," Adam pleaded. "I'm starving. Been 
at work all day. I was thinking of a takeout."
Natalie gave a wry grin. "Sure, I was thinkin' of enchiladas. Tab? Sarah?"
Tabitha nodded. "Go easy on the chilli," Sarah begged and Natalie smiled.
"Sure."
"Hey, aren't enchil-whatnot. They got beef or chicken in 'em."
Natalie rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Not with beans in them, 
they don't. You don't have to get protein from meat."
"Ahh right."
"You can come and help me," Natalie suggested and Adam waited, but 
Natalie pinched his buttocks and pushed him towards the door. "I'll show 
you how to do make a proper vegetarian meal. One day, you might actually 
date someone who is a veggie."
Adam sighed. "But you aren't a vegetarian."
Natalie turned in the doorway with raised eyebrows. "Who said anything 
about me?" She licked her lips and gestured him towards her, as she 
walked into the kitchen. Adam took the hint and joined her a few moments 
later. She passed him a pink apron and he hesitated.
"It's pink. I ain't one of t'ose nancy boy cross dressing faggots."
"Suit yourself." Natalie sighed and wiped her nose, before washing her 
hands and taking an onion, four carrots, four cans and some chilli 
powder out of the cupboard. "Get a frying pan out," she told him as she 
tied a pink apron around her body and passed him the oil.
As the oil heated in the pan she cut the onion into slices and began 
grating the carrot. Adam cried out as the onion dropped into the pan, 
the oil spitting and catching him on his extended cock and he turned 
away in agony.
"I did warn you," Natalie told him with a smirk and dropped the carrot 
into the pan. "I got no sympathy for ya."
"Ahh fuck, shit, bollocks, fuck, fuck, fuck," Adam swore, his hands 
clasped to the end of abused member and Natalie stirred the vegetables 
in the sizzling pan and then turned down the heat.
"Let's see it," she asked and Adam shook his head. She knelt down in 
front of him and prised his hands away.
"It's burned red raw," he moaned. "Fucking cooking in the buff. Fuckin' 
stupid."
Natalie rolled her eyes and turned his cock over in her hand. "Fuckin' 
stupid cookin' in the buff," she mimicked. "You mean, fuckin' stupid 
cookin' in the buff with no apron on. And honestly there's nothing there."
"It's burnt off," he cried and looked down as Natalie stared at his member.
"It's fine. Now will you wear the apron?"
"Huhn," he grunted nasally. Adam scowled and then smiled. "Hey love, 
while you are down there ..."
"Natalie looked up. "Sure. But like every animal in the zoo. I bite." 
Adam backed away and took the spare apron, wrapping it around him. "Much 
better," Natalie cooed and added a splash of water to the pan. "Open 
those, please."
Adam picked up the four cans and shrugged. "These aren't beans," he 
said. "These are "
"They are Cannellini Beans and lentils," she told him. "And two tins of 
tinned tomatoes."
"What the fuck are Canny-what-not beans? Can ya have these on toast 
'cause there's no sauce?"
Natalie sighed. "No."
"Then they aren't beans, are they?"
"There is more to beans than just baked beans ya know," she told him and 
added the opened cans to the large pan. "Your diet is awful." Adam 
watched as she stirred in some chilli powder and then passed him a small 
block of cheese and told him to add a handful to a small pot of natural 
yoghurt from the fridge. Natalie allowed the sauce to thicken and 
glanced over at him. "You don't seem to be too disturbed by us being naked."
Adam smiled at her, looking at her breasts easily visible from the side 
of the apron. "Well I ain't really. I still think this might be a joke. 
I mean girls never want to get their tits out unless they're tanked up 
on Baccardi Breezers or owt, ya know, so to have three of ya wandering 
'round all day starkers well it ain't normal is it? But I ain't 
complaining."
Natalie turned to him with a grin. "I ain't got my tits out."
Adam smiled and pulled her apron away from her body. "Really," he said 
with a mischievous smirk. "Is that so?"
"Do you mind?" Natalie licked her lips and raised her eyebrows. "So what 
if I like wandering around naked?"
"I ain't complaining."
Natalie snorted. "I'm not naked for you to get off on."
Adam smiled. "Yeah, but it's good. I mean I dain't like stick thin 
girls. Need to have a bit of flesh on the bone. Sarah's nice but she 
needs a couple of burgers in her 'cos ya can see 'er ribcage and that 
ain't right. Tabitha's a bit big really, but ya nice. A few extra pounds 
but cuddly."
Natalie sighed. "I guess I should take that as a compliment. I think."
Adam nodded and watched as she took a tortilla and filled it full of the 
vegetarian chilli and placed it on an oven-proof dish. She filled a 
second and then encouraged Adam to do the same as they filled the brown 
ceramic container with their dinner. She spooned over the last of the 
chilli over the eight tortillas and then put the yoghurt-cheese mixture 
on top.
"I'll just go tell Sarah and Tab they got two minutes," she told him as 
she placed the meal under the grill and asked him to put some rocket, 
cucumber and tomatoes on the plates.
Natalie returned sixty seconds later to find Adam rummaging around in 
the fridge. "There is so much green stuff in here," he moaned and 
Natalie reached past him to pick out a small bag.
"This is rocket," she told him and took out four plates. She cut up a 
tomato each and watched as Adam chopped up the cucumber and she added a 
small amount of red onion and then a small handful of rocket.
"These'll be done now," she told him and pulled out the oven gloves to 
remove the sizzling enchiladas from the grill. "Mind out."
Adam swung his body out of the way and Natalie dished up the first two 
enchiladas to the first plate and added another two to the second. "Take 
them to Sarah and Tab," she told him and Adam happily took the two 
plates next door to the small dining room.
Sarah and Tabitha, sat on the wooden chairs with a small towel on the 
seat, smiled as he came in. "Pink suits him, doesn't it Tab," Sarah 
teased. "Exploring his inner feminine side."
"Ahh well," Adam said as he put the plates down. "Natalie made me fry up 
some stuff and I didn't have it on."
"Ouch," Sarah cried. "Ya can't do cooking without an apron," she warned 
him and raised her eyebrows. "Can you?"
"No," Adam admitted and returned to the kitchen to get the other two 
plates as Natalie poured four glasses of squash that she carried in on a 
tray.
"Cheers Nat," Tabitha said as she shovelled a mouthful of her dinner 
into her mouth. "T'is nice as ever."
"Ahh well, I had help," the Scottish girl replied and passed Adam a 
small towel from the side table. "I get 'em from work when they 
over-ordered," she explained and watched as Adam happily slipped out of 
the apron.
Adam put the towel over the seat and thanked her, taking a gulp of the 
tropical squash and then cut off a bite of the Mexican dinner. "Needs 
more chilli," he muttered and Sarah shook her head.
"I'll be sweating cobs tonight with this."
Tabitha laughed and put her hand on Sarah's. "Ya always sweat loads at 
night as ya have a blanket and a duvet."
"It's November. It's Lancaster. Of course I want a blanket," Sarah 
replied with a smile. "My bits'll get cold."
Tabitha smirked. "Should cuddle up to someone then." Sarah groaned took 
a sip of her drink.
"Where've you been today?" Sarah asked Adam, changing the subject.
"Been working at me Dad's," Adam replied airily. "He needed an extra 
pair of hands."
Natalie smiled. "Dirty work? You came in filthy."
Adam nodded. "Was under cars all day. Course I'm gonna be dirty. Worse 
ways to spend a Saturday though. Earned enough to pay the rent this week 
in one day. And it's all cash-in-'and. And I like messin' with the cars."
Natalie looked at him. "So why ain't you got a car then if you like 
working with 'em?"
"'Cause I like my bike. In Summer I go everywhere on it. Normally I'd go 
to work but I only work up top of the road so it ain't worth it while 
I'm here."
"Dangerous though, ain't it?" Natalie asked and Sarah nodded.
"I'd hate to be on a bike," Tabitha agreed. "So easy to get killed."
"I've only come off once. Last December, but that's what the leathers 
are for. Bike needed some work on it after it ended up on it's side and 
I needed new bike gear but that was it; no broken bones. I wasn't going 
fast mind but it was icy."
"See," Tabitha told him. "If you were in a car."
"Cars cost so much more," Adam answered. "And no sense of freedom on the 
open road."
Natalie smiled. "My car costs a small fortune," she told him. "Always 
stuff needs doing. MOT after Christmas and I know it's gonna be expensive."
The girls conversed quite freely with the young man and for the first 
time since he had arrived, Adam was beginning to feel at home. The 
nakedness was no longer an issue and he almost didn't notice Tabitha's 
pendulous, big breasts or Natalie's shaved mons when she got up; he had 
stopped looking.
He was certainly at ease with his nudity and had forgotten about his 
sense of dress when some enchilada dropped off of his fork and landed in 
his pubic hair. He squealed in pain and Natalie told him to lean over 
with a grin. "Shall we get him a bib?"
Tabitha laughed heartily at Adam's embarrassment but he shrugged it off, 
and even offered to wash up as they finished. "Cheers," Sarah replied 
and Natalie watched their two house mates quickly left the room.
"Normally those that cook don't do the washing up," she told him with a 
grin.
"But "
"But you offered. And Sarah and Tabitha are awful at getting away with it."
"Ah right. Well, it don't matter," he told her and got up with the dishes.
"Hey," Natalie called and jumped up. "You wash, I'll put away."
Adam smiled and walked into the kitchen running the hot water and 
filling the plastic bowl in the sink with hot water, adding a generous 
squirt of lemon washing-up liquid to the swirling and steaming liquid.
He shook his hands in the water and allowed a copious amounts of bubbles 
to form as Natalie brought in glasses and cups from the lounge. She 
cocked her head and glanced out of the window as she pulled up the 
rubbish sack from the bin. "Need to get something on," she told him.
"What to preserve your modesty," he taunted and she nodded. Adam took a 
handful of bubbles and placed the first one on her left nipple. Natalie 
laughed as he repeated it and then put another set on her mons. "See, 
perfect."
She rolled her eyes and looked up at the window. "We aren't overlooked 
here, but next door can see our back door if he is up at the window and 
I don't like him seeing us. He is just fourteen and a right horny little 
shit."
Adam watched as Natalie unlocked the back door and wandered into the 
yard to deposit the rubbish in the outside bin with a grin; she was 
walking around the garden naked.
"The bubbles blew away," Natalie moaned as she hopped back inside the 
house and ran her cold hands over Adam's buttocks. "Like the imagination 
though," she told him and picked up some bubbles and ran her hands over 
his ass cheeks.
Adam raised his eyebrows; a playful Natalie was a definite improvement 
on the short-tempered bitchiness he had seen in the previous few days 
and smiled at her. "Happy now?"
"Oh yes," she told him as she picked up the first washed glass and dried 
it on the tea-towel before putting it away in a cupboard. "You don't 
seem that freaked out by us."
Adam shrugged. "I like naked women," he said with a grin and Natalie 
flicked his back with the tartan tea-towel. He was certainly enjoying 
the company of Natalie and happily talked as he washed and she dried.
Natalie put the last plate away and watched as Adam put the washing up 
cloth away on the side. She smiled and held out her hands, hugging the 
young man and pushed her body close to his.
He gave a sharp intake of breath as her firm bosom brushed against his 
chest hair and his expanding manhood rubbed against her shaved mons. 
"Thank you," she whispered in her ear. "Nice having someone to help."
"Ya know, we could go out. It is a Saturday night. Go for a drink, onto 
a club. Some dancin' an' all."
Natalie smiled and looked into his eyes as she broke their hug but held 
onto his hands. "I've warmed to you, but not that much," she told him 
with a grin.
"Oh OK, sure." Adam muttered at his second rejection of the day. "But I 
just thought "
"We are very touchy-feely," Natalie answered his unsaid question. "Like 
hugs and the like. But I am not going to be easy to seduce just 'cause I 
ain't got my clothes on."
Adam nodded and let go of Natalie's hands. "Sure. But I "
"I would love to cuddle up and watch a film," she told him with a smile. 
"Might even open a bottle of wine, Sarah and Tab have gone upstairs so 
we got the lounge to ourselves. What d'ya reckon?"
Adam nodded. "Sure."
* * * * *
Adam's eyes barely left the screen; he was the first one up and had set 
up his games console but he heard footsteps outside. The lounge door 
opened and he was aware that someone was in his peripheral vision but 
his eyes remained glued to the cross-hairs. "They're right," the voice said.
"Eh?" Adam grunted as his gun fired off towards the terrorists and he 
darted back behind the cargo box he was using as shelter.
"A naked girl comes into the room and the gamer just ignores her." Adam 
glanced over to see Tabitha with her arms crossed over her bosom and he 
turned his attention back to the screen, swearing as he did.
"Been fuckin' shot," he moaned. Tabitha sat down in the chair and picked 
up the laptop, turning it on as Sarah walked into the room. Adam's eyes 
darted away from the burning buildings and watched as the attractive 
girl with the shaven crotch walked past him.
"Stop smirking," she told him and clipped him over the back the head. 
His attention turned back to the screen just in time to see his 
character shot and some taunting words appearing on the screen.
"What ya do that for?" Adam moaned and Sarah grinned.
"Do what?"
"Make me lose."
Sarah snorted. "And why aren't you naked?"
Adam looked down at his shorts and shrugged. "It seemed, well weird."
"Get 'em off," Sarah told him and rubbed her hands. Adam felt his member 
stiffen in his shorts and blushed.
"I'd um. Well I'd rather not."
"Fucking get 'em off," Sarah taunted. "Or are you shy?"
"I'm not shy," Adam retorted. "I just, well, would rather wait a few 
moments.
"It means he's got a stiffy," Tabitha told her and Sarah peered over her 
shoulder, ignoring her clothed house mate.
"The dirty floosie," she muttered as she scanned Tabitha's screen. "You 
wouldn't think it to look at her, but those legs must have been opened 
more times than a porn stars."
Tabitha looked over at her. "D'ya have to read my private conversations 
on Facebook?"
"Oh, it's just Mary," Sarah replied. "I want to know what she is up to 
as well."
"She is being Mary," came the terse response.
"Who's Mary?" Adam asked as he turned off his game.
Sarah and Tabitha looked at each other but Sarah was the first to speak. 
"The girl who used to live in your room. She was a bit adventurous."
Tabitha took a deep breath and typed onto the screen. "She was, well is, 
my best friend."
Adam looked up at Sarah wince and stretched his arms out. "Is Natalie in 
the kitchen?"
"Yeah."
"I wanna see if she wants to go to the pub," he asked and got up. "Give 
you some peace and quiet."
"Err Adam. Shorts?"
Adam groaned and looked at her; it was certainly a less daunting 
proposition that the night before he had been naked and it was OK then 
so why was he being reluctant now?
He sighed and slid down his shorts, his erection catching on the 
waistband and bobbing free. He threw the navy shorts at Sarah who 
smirked and left the room. Natalie smiled when Adam came into the 
kitchen, stirring her hot chocolate as she gently poured the hot milk 
into the powder.
"You were asleep," Adam told her. "When I got up. I didn't want to knock 
on and wake you."
Natalie's eyes narrowed. "How do you know I was asleep?"
"You snore," came the response and Natalie gasped in faux-annoyance and 
flicked the spoon at his naked body. "I thought we might go out for 
lunch. If you aren't doing anything," Adam asked with a nervous tinge to 
his voice.
She smiled again, and looked up at him, staring at her breasts. "OK," 
she told him. "Where to?"
Adam hummed. "Well I thought the little Irish pub, go get some breakfast 
and then a drink, maybe."
The big-breasted girl gave a nervous laugh and smiled, touching him on 
the arm. "That'll be cool. I'll just go and get ready."
"Don't be too long; it's 11am already," he gave her in response and 
Natalie's smile disappeared and she leant into his personal space.
"I've got all day," she whispered and took her drink from the side, 
swinging her hips as she walked into the corridor that ran the length of 
the house, past the dining room. She turned when she got alongside the 
lounge door and looked back at Adam admiring her body. "Adam," she 
called. "You need to get ready too."
Adam shrugged his head and looked down. "Oh sh yeah!"
"Easy to forget you are naked, isn't it?" Natalie teased with a smile 
and then looked into the lounge. "Girls, do you want anything from town?"
It took Natalie ten minutes longer than Adam to get ready but by midday, 
they were both walking down the road their little house stood on. She 
looked over at him and Adam smiled, holding out his hand.
"Errr I am not a little girl who needs help crossing the road," Natalie 
told him and he grunted.
"Yeah, sorry. Just thought it would be, ya know."
Natalie sniffed and took his offered hand with a grin. "You seem happy 
to be living with us now that we are naked."
Adam gave a nervous laugh. "You ain't been getting at me. I left a beer 
can in the room last night after we watched the film and Sarah dain't 
shout at me when she came down. And ya smiling at me. Not shouting at me 
for owt."
Natalie sniffed. "We feel at home without clothes on. We can be free!"
"Well take it from me, ya a fuckin' moody bitch with 'em on."
Natalie squeezed his hand. "Are you always this much of a charmer?"
"I'm just sayin' that ya nice when ya got ya keks off. But that's fine, 
'cos you wander round in the buff. Just don't get dressed." Natalie 
squeezed his hand harder causing Adam to squeal in pain. "That fuckin' 
hurts," he moaned and Natalie grunted an approval in return. "Did anyone 
tell you that ya fuckin' crazy?"
"All the time," Natalie told him with a smile. "But I thought we were 
here to have a drink and something to eat?"
"We are."
"Good. So it doesn't matter if your luncheon companion is a bit crazy 
'cause it ain't a date, right?"
Adam nodded and smiled. "No."
"Good," Natalie told him. "I've just come out of a long relationship and 
I don't want another. And you most definitely ain't my type."



Chapter VII
Adam hesitated in the doorway as Natalie crossed her arms. "Well get 'em 
off then."
"I've only just got in," he muttered as he looked around the room of 
naked girls watching him. Sarah was tapping away on her phone and looked 
up at him.
"Well? I'm not answering you until I see skin."
Adam sighed and pulled off his sweatshirt and then his grubby jeans as 
Natalie's eyes flicked towards his bobbing erection. While he soon got 
used to being around his house mates without getting sexually aroused, 
the initial sight of the three girls caused a rush of blood to his anatomy.
Adam was still not completely comfortable with the idea of naturism or 
being naked around his house mates but three expectant faces had turned 
from the television to the doorway as he awaited for the answer to his 
question. With his clothes deposited in a pile and discarded, he crossed 
his arms, his firm member jutting into the room and looked at Sarah. 
"Happy now?"
Sarah nodded towards Natalie with a smirk and looked back down at her 
calculator app on her smart-phone. "OK, with three of us, it's one 
twenty a month," she told him. "So with four it'll be a hundred, say."
Natalie sighed. "Less bill money, I'll take that."
Adam "You want me to pay you a ton a month or does everyone pay 
something so it evens out?"
Sarah turned the screen off on her phone and rubbed her nose. "I pay for 
everything and come after peeps for my money."
"She earns more than us," Tabitha told him. "She can afford to pay for 
it the gas, 'leccy, phone, TV, food."
Adam reached for his wallet and tutted. "I need to go to the bank, or 
will a cheque do?"
"You have on-line banking, right?" Natalie asked him and Adam nodded. 
"Well just set up a standing order to go from your account to Sarah's."
"Oh right, how do I that?"
Natalie sighed and shook her head, reaching for her laptop and powering 
it on. She had to hold the on button for a few seconds and wiggle the 
power button until it flickered into life and waited for the five 
minutes for it to boot into her desktop. "Just go to your bank," she 
told him and Adam left the room to retrieve his security device that 
allowed him to sign into his bank account.
Natalie cooed at him when the account summary came up. "You're richer 
than Sarah," she whispered and Adam blushed.
"That's ... private," he told her and Natalie pointed into the corner 
and then on another button.
"Sarah, what's your account details?" Sarah reached into a small drawer 
and took out her chequebook, passing it to Natalie who typed in the 
numbers on the bottom of the cheque. Adam watched as she set the date 
for the following day and then every month to send one hundred pounds 
and passed the warm laptop onto Adam's unprotected groin. "Done."
"Done?"
"Yeah, and don't forget, when we chuck you out to cancel it," Natalie 
warned him. "Or else you'll be paying Sarah every month until you do."
"Oh ... right," Adam murmured and watched Natalie log off his account 
with the computer still on his knee. "Can I check the footy scores?"
"Sure," Natalie muttered and Adam clicked on a button to open a new 
"tab" on the browser. He spluttered when it loaded the software had 
listed the most browsed to websites and he glanced over at Natalie. "How 
many porn sites do you go to?"
Natalie blushed and looked at Sarah and Tabitha laughing loudly instead 
of watching the television. "That's private," she cried and reached for 
the laptop.
"NudeDating.com?" he told her and Natalie's scowl deepened.
"That's private," she repeated as she snatched the laptop from him. "I 
didn't announce that you had two grand in your account and twelve in 
savings." She looked at Sarah and shook her head. "Sorry. I didn't mean 
to say that."
Adam snorted. "Shall we do dinner?"
Natalie nodded sheepishly and got up. "I don't need any help," she told 
him forcefully. "I really don't."
"Yeah, but I want to," he admitted and used a table to pull himself to 
his feet waiting for Natalie to leave the room before closing the door 
behind him. "So, Nude Dating ..."
"I don't want to talk about it," she snapped. "It's not your business." 
Adam sighed and she turned around the moment she reached the kitchen. 
"Well, wash your hands then if you are helping."
Adam rolled his eyes and pumped the soap onto his hands as Natalie threw 
open the cupboard door. He washed his hands under the cold water and 
dried them on a tea towel, before sliding his half-wet hands onto 
Natalie's flanks. "OK. You annoyed with me?"
"Yes," Natalie barked, not turning around to face him and pulling his 
hands off. "But I'm sorry for telling Sarah how much money you've got."
"S'ok," Adam told her nonchalantly. "So the Adult Forums. What's that 
all about?"
"Will you leave my Internet history alone," Natalie told him and slammed 
down a pan onto the worktop. "And I am not talking about the porn sites 
either, OK? Just leave it."
Adam waited for a few seconds and then asked in a patronising voice. 
"Does Natalie get lonely?" Natalie sniffed, and pulled out a handful of 
tomatoes from the fridge, throwing them onto a baking tray and slamming 
them into the oven. "Does she?" Natalie ignored him as he leant against 
the counter. "Go through a lot of batteries, do you?"
Natalie picked up some vegetarian sausages from the fridge and slid them 
out of the packet onto the pan and drizzled them with oil, turning the 
pan on. "Shut up Adam, you're not funny."
"I'm just asking," he said defensively. "Cause there were five, six 
adult sites. My computer, I've chucked it in storage, well it has three 
in the favourites."
"Well bully for you," Natalie shouted and spun round to face him, 
raising her hands up. "OK, so I get lonely and bored and desperate 
sometimes, is that what you wanted to know? And yes I have had one date 
from that site, it was in Preston last week and it was a total disaster. 
He wanted a stripper not a nudist. Now I don't want to discuss this with 
you."
Adam bit his lip as Natalie waved a spatula in her hand he watched as 
she turned to butcher some mushrooms with a knife. "I didn't mean to ... 
well I wasn't sayin'"
"You were."
"I wasn't, I mean I offered to take you to the pub last week and you 
weren't interested. You don't have to be lonely."
Natalie shook her head. "It's not about you. OK it's hard to go from a 
long-term two-year relationship to nothing, it takes some adjustment. I 
don't want a relationship and I don't want to not be in a relationship. 
It's hard and you wouldn't understand. Now piss off and let me do dinner 
in peace."
Adam cleared his throat. "Well, if it helps, I've been there too and 
know it's shit. And I've been bored too." Adam put his hand on Natalie's 
arm and rubbed her wrist. "I mean, there's no reason for you to be 
single, you're a nice girl. I quite like spending time with you. When 
you ain't bitchin' at me, of course."
"I do not bitch at people."
Adam snorted and Natalie passed him an apron as she wrapped one around 
herself. She pulled out eight eggs and told him that if was staying in 
the kitchen to fry them up two at a time while she hauled the toaster 
from the cupboard. "So what are you lookin' for. In a guy?"
"Are you going to drop this?" Adam shook his head and Natalie sighed 
before pondering. "Not you," she said firmly.
"Is that it?" Adam asked with a grin. "Cause I wouldn't have ya anyway."
"Oh no?" Natalie enquired as she dropped two slices of bread into the 
toaster. "Really?"
"It's the bitchiness," Adam said with a straight face. "Can't stand it."
Natalie slapped him over the forearm and she looked at him. "OK, 
reasonably tall 'cause I ain't standing over him on a date, someone 
kind, good sense of humour, accepts nudism and makes me laugh," she 
said. "And someone I can enjoy myself with."
"Is that it?"
"Well if he's got a massive cock and millions in the bank, it's a bonus, 
ya know, but I just want someone good to love and to love me. Now can we 
drop this?" Natalie asked as she wiped her eye. "'Cause I really don't 
want to talk about me with you. I don't know you well enough to be 
discussing my love life with you."
Adam hummed and opened the first egg into the sizzling frying pan. "OK," 
he muttered and then swore as the yolk broke. "Cause I tried the 
Internet dating for awhile but it wasn't good for me either."
Natalie smiled. "What happened?"
"Just loads of really crappy dates and just not my type."
"What do you want? Let me guess big tits."
Adam chuckled. "No, well I like curvy women, someone with all lumps and 
bumps in the right places." Natalie sighed, shaking her head with a 
smirk on her face. "Want a bird to stand up for herself, good cook 
obviously. Doesn't bitch or nag."
"Well that's a contradiction," Natalie replied. "Stand up for herself 
but doesn't bitch or nag."
"No it isn't," Adam said instantly. "Ya can be independent without being 
bitchy. And just to be honest, doesn't cheat. And obviously big tits, 
big bank balance, all very good."
Natalie watched as he moved two cooked eggs to a plate and broke two 
more over the pan to start cooking. "I got a friend who sounds just like 
that," she told him with a grin. "I wonder whether Bella would be up for 
it?"
"Bella?"
"Yeah, one of my cleaners. She's a lovely girl," Natalie said pursing 
her lips together. She looked at him with a smirk. "Just tryin' to work 
out if you are her type."
Natalie pulled open the oven and took out the grilled tomatoes, putting 
two on each plate before dropping the hot baking plate into the sink. 
"Her type?"
"Yeah, well she's curvy, great sense of humour, always up for a laugh. 
I'll see when she's free."
"Oh right. I'm not sure about the whole dating thing," Adam admitted but 
Natalie just giggled.
"Oh you'll be fine with Bella," she promised. "Go call Sarah and Tabs," 
Natalie ordered as she began to dish up a vegetarian fry-up for them all.
* * * * *
"Monopoly," Adam suggested holding up the game.
"Is that a great idea?" Sarah asked. "I had to referee the two of you 
playing games on Wednesday."
"Yeah well vowless is not a word," he told her. "She made that up."
"And Paris, you can't have places or names," Natalie added. "Ya playing 
loose with the rules too."
"I was not," Adam defiantly told her. "But Scrabble, I'm a bit new to 
it. And you kept changin' the rules."
"I did not," Natalie argued.
"Hey, I got some marking to do," Sarah suggested and Natalie shook her 
head. "Fancy doing that?"
"Not your bloody marking again."
Sarah hummed. "Well Tabs is at her friends and Jack said he would only 
do the marking if I will help his girlfriend write letters to get her 
PPI back. So if you two don't want to do it, I'll venture out into the 
cold to Jack's."
"You could do your own marking," Adam suggested and Sarah scowled in 
derision.
"Don't be bloody ridiculous." Sarah grabbed a small bag of paper and 
sauntered towards the door. "No-one wants to do their own marking."
"OK then, what do you want to do?" Adam asked putting the Monopoly down.
"I don't know," Natalie cried.
"How about going on the bike," Adam suggested. "Just down the road to a 
small pub or just on the open road."
"No," Natalie said forcefully. "Totally not."
"Well, we did pub on Monday, Scrabble and cards on Wednesday, games 
console yesterday. So what would you want to do?"
Natalie groaned. "We could do our own thing," Natalie muttered and Adam 
shook his head.
"No," he said and shook his head. "I'll umm well I'll be bored."
Natalie shook her head and groaned. "Honestly," she huffed and Adam 
picked up a DVD case. "Film?"
Natalie groaned and waved her arms around. "I want to go out."
"Pub? We could go on the bike." Natalie waved her arms in a furious 
gesture. "Cinema?"
"To see what? That's nothin' worth seeing."
Adam yawned and stretched "Clubbin'?"
"No, it's expensive," she moaned and then looked at him. "I just want a 
walk."
"A walk? It's pitch black and raining."
"Yeah, I know," Natalie muttered defensively and stretched ."OK, if you 
don't want to."
"No, I'm fine. OK, let's go for a walk. In the wind. And the rain. And 
the darkness."
Natalie sighed and threw herself back down onto the couch. "Well if you 
are going to be like that."
"You'll stay at home and jill off to Internet porn." Natalie's eyes 
narrowed and Adam looked sheepish. "Umm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."
"Too fucking right," she snapped. "It's bang out of order."
"Yeah, I said sorry."
Natalie glanced down at the carpet and tutted. "OK. Let's go for a 
walk," she said and got up from the chair, walking over the door in the 
corner of the room. "And we can stop off at the pub if you like," she 
promised, her eyes twinkling. "For you to buy me a drink to say sorry."
* * * * *
Natalie giggled and she shook her head as Adam finished putting his bike 
back together. She had watched him from her room that overlooked the 
garden as she meticulously cleaned it and grinned; he had been four 
hours and taken all of his Saturday afternoon.
She had been a bit surprised and how much Adam had slotted into their 
house once they revealed their love of naturism to him. He seemed 
genuinely content with wandering about the house naked and was certainly 
as "touchy-feely" with her as she was with everyone else. She allowed 
him to spend most of his evenings with her, and was beginning to enjoy 
his company. He was becoming an acceptable house mate.
She still had to correct him when he put his clothes out to dry all over 
the lounge (he had also not separated coloured clothes and white clothes 
so that his white boxer shorts and shirt were an off-grey but he didn't 
seem to care). She had moved them to an airer in the corner of the 
dining room so they were not in the way, much to Adam's annoyance when 
he couldn't find them.
Natalie had also shouted at him for leaving the toilet in a "disgusting 
state" but apart from that he was settling into the house. He was still 
a meat-eater but had started eating with the rest of them (at a 
significant saving to himself) and the fact that he didn't have to cook 
was such an advantage he was willing to forgo his daily bout of 
unhealthy processed meat.
He had been nagging her all week to go out on his bike with him but she 
had flatly refused: Adam may have been a good rider, she didn't know, 
but she was too nervous and scared to be on a bike. It just seemed so 
unstable and she much preferred the safety of her battered maroon hatchback.
Natalie watched as Adam started the blue bike and it roared into life. 
She shook her head, she had been tidying her room and idly watching her 
house mate as he did "maintenance and stuff" on his bike it had not been 
ridden much in the previous few weeks and he was certainly missing it, 
but he lived ten minutes walk from his work, and said by the time he had 
taken it all round Lancaster's ring road and one way system it was 
quicker to walk.
She watched as he snapped his helmet over his head, donned his gloves 
and wheeled his bike out of the garden to roar it into the street.
It took Natalie another thirty minutes to finish, by which time it was 
nearly dinner time and she idled down the stairs to meet Tabitha and 
Sarah. "That bike's loud," Tabitha moaned as Natalie came into the room.
"Ahh, ya just don't like the idea of going wild on a throbbing machine," 
Sarah teased.
"It's a death-trap," Tabitha replied instantly. "It's loud and it smells 
horrible." The two girls looked at the pregnant woman who shrugged. 
"Kitchen winda was open."
"He can give me a ride," Sarah murmured seductively and then looked at 
Natalie who just shrugged.
"I dain't want anythin' to do with it," she told them. "He's offered me 
plenty of rides and I don't like bikes. Give me four wheels any day."
The back door slammed shut and they looked towards the door to the 
lounge for Adam to enter. "Feels good," he muttered as he unzipped his 
leathers. "First proper spin for a while."
"You spun it?" Sarah asked with a grin. "And I thought."
"No I didn't spin it," Adam replied instantly. "Just went up to the 
Trough and back down through Caton and Halton."
"Ahh, he's been to the gay dogging spot," Natalie teased and watched 
incredulity creep across Adam's face. "Ya know. You, single man, 
leathers, big throbbing "
"What the fuck are you on about?" Natalie's eyebrows flickered up and he 
shrugged. "I ain't a shirt-lifter if that's what you mean?"
"The man, he does protest too much," Sarah replied, goading the 
stripping man who shook his head.
"I ain't some sort of poof," he said firmly. "I've 'ad fuckin' loads of 
birds in me time."
Natalie snorted and quickly got up, grabbing the hand of the nearly 
naked man. "You can help me cook," she told him tersely. "Come on stud, 
I got a pink apron for you."
Adam groaned and finished removing his clothes, folding his motorcycle 
kit in the corner of the room before being led to the kitchen. As much 
as it pained him, Adam decided to wear the apron after the first time he 
had "helped" Natalie cook and she had him frying up some onion and 
garlic. She took a dozen carrots with a few parsnips from a bag and 
sliced them before throwing them into boiling water. She glanced around, 
and ensuring that Adam was not watching, she took a thirteenth carrot 
and slid up behind her house-mate. He looked back at her as one hand 
cupped his chest. She nibbled his ear and he grunted. "What's got into you?"
Natalie sighed and press her crotch against his rear. "Big boy," she 
cooed and slid her hand down his chest. "Tell me you want it."
Adam reached around and Natalie, barely able to keep a straight face, 
poked his anus with the carrot. "You want it," she teased as Adam jumped 
away from her waving the orange vegetable. "Come on, beg for it."
"You fuckin' crazy," he shouted back and she burst out laughing, before 
offering it to him, waving it in front of his face. He backed away, 
scowling and she threw it into the bin with a giggle.
"Oh come on," she snapped, beckoning him back to the oven. "It's just a 
joke. Just lighten up will you?"
"It's not a joke," he replied and she raised her eyebrows. "It's bang 
out of order."
"Oh would it really matter if I did think you were gay? No, it's not a 
problem and I don't. I just don't see why you think it's a problem."
"Well it's just weird," Adam spat back in response and Natalie took a 
deep breath. "Fuckin' eeeuuhh," he muttered, contorting his face as 
expressed disapproval.
Natalie shook her head and looked at him. "Can you make a roux for me, 
macho-hetero-man."
Adam shrugged. "What's a roux?"
"Well can you make me a pint of stock?" Natalie asked in an annoyed tone 
and passed him a vegetable stock cube while she made a flour and butter 
roux before adding the vegetable stock and milk. Adam just watched as 
she drained the vegetables, mixed in the sauce and then transferred to a 
baking dish.
Natalie kissed him on the cheek as she closed the oven door. "You do 
look sexy in a pink apron," she teased. "I got some pink things in my 
room you might like to try on." Adam's eyes sparkled as she burst out 
laughing and pulled the kettle to her. "Tea?"
Natalie made them all a cup of tea and then took out the meal from the 
oven, dishing up the vegetarian dish onto four plates. Adam enjoyed the 
meal Natalie's Parsnip and Carrot Bake was a lot better than he expected 
and she passed yoghurts around after dinner to everyone.
Sarah took the plates and stacked them in the kitchen, promising to do 
them later and idly wandered into the room. "Film?"
"I'm not in the mood," Tabitha replied and Adam hesitated, he wondered 
whether he could put his game on. "Pub?"
"I don't fancy going out," Sarah replied and stretched her legs. "A game?"
"How about Twister?" Adam asked with a smile.
The naked girls looked at him and Sarah giggled. "Strip Poker?"
"We could watch Saturday night telly?" Tabitha suggested and Sarah 
looked over to Natalie.
"Actually could I have a massage?"
Natalie smiled and rubbed her eyes. "Yeah sure. But you can run up and 
get my oils and table." Sarah leapt up from the chair and strode over to 
the door. "You know where they are, don't you?"
"Yeah," came the dismissive response from the stairs.
"Massage? Are you a massage parlour ..."
"Be fuckin' careful how you finish that sentence," Natalie warned him 
and Adam froze. "No, I do not do massages professionally but I have been 
taught how to do them properly."
"Oh right."
"It was a night course. And no, I am not a whore."
"OK. I was just ask well you know what I mean," he replied and watched 
as Sarah bounded into the room carrying a giant case and a small box.
"Move," Natalie told him and Adam curled up his legs on the chair and 
watched as Natalie unzipped the case and removed a folded up table that 
went to be six foot in length and three foot high with bright blue 
padding on top. She pulled a coffee table towards her and opened a box 
which had a multitude of trays on it and looked at her house mate. "Tired?"
Sarah nodded and looked at her friend who picked up a small bottle and 
poured some straw-coloured oil into it. She then rifled through her 
trays and selected two small bottles, each adding a handful of drips to 
the mixture which was then sealed with a lid containing a pump and she 
shook it gently.
"Is it OK?" Sarah asked and Natalie helped her onto the massage table 
which creaked gently. Adam watched transfixed as Tabitha put a chill-out 
CD on the battered music box in the corner and Natalie turned off the 
main light, using just the reading lights for illumination.
She pumped the container a couple of times and rubbed the oil into her 
hands, her eyes meeting those of Adam and then deftly ran her hands over 
the naked back of Sarah. Tabitha had closed her eyes and was leaning 
back in the chair, enjoying the aromas that wafted gently through the 
room and sank into the foam cushion, listening to the music.
Adam's eyes darted around the room and Natalie beckoned him up, pumping 
a small amount of oil into Adam's hands and then moving down to Sarah's 
buttocks and well-toned legs. She took Sarah's left leg and gently 
glided her oily hands down it until she reached the back of her knee.
Adam licked his lips and repeated the action, his hands quivering as 
they touched Sarah's soft skin and firmly rippled it as his hands 
careered down her legs.
Natalie smiled and repeated the actions, slowly and gently gliding her 
hands over the naked girl's body while encouraging the same motions from 
Adam who was considerably more reticent. Sarah made gentle grunting 
sounds from time-to-time, but seemed to be dozing and considerably relaxed.
Natalie smiled at Adam as her fingers darted over Sarah's buttocks and 
Adam did his best to repeat the fast actions but allowed Natalie to 
intervene and do the stroke properly.
"Turn over," Natalie muttered whispering to Sarah who sighed, and 
allowed Natalie to support her as she turned to face the ceiling. Adam 
was given a generous portion of oil and Natalie slid her hands over 
Sarah's chest, grinning at Adam who didn't manage to hide his delight at 
putting his oily hands on the young teacher's orbs.
Sarah mewed as Natalie stroked her firm body and barely noticed that her 
male house-mate was openly fondling her bosom. Natalie rolled her eyes 
at him and nodded towards her thighs, which he gleefully glided down to, 
happily looking at Sarah's shaved mons and tidy slit.
"You're enjoying this," Natalie whispered to him but Sarah heard and 
grinned.
"Yeah, it's wonderful," she replied to her misunderstanding and sank 
into the massage table a bit more.
Natalie licked her lips and grabbed hold of Sarah's thighs, shooing Adam 
away. He watched open-mouthed as Natalie got closer and closer to her 
pussy, her hands brushing against Sarah's labia. He felt his rod stiffen 
even more and waited for the inevitable touching but neither Sarah or 
Natalie went any further and he was almost disappointed when Natalie 
called time on the massage.
Sarah lay on the table for a few moments, savouring the relaxed state 
while Natalie left to get a drink of water, returning to find Sarah 
glassy-eyed and getting off the massage chair. "I'm going to bed," she 
explained and looked at her pregnant house-mate. "Night Tab, and Nat, 
thank you. I really needed that."
Natalie looked at her massage bottle and held it out to Tabitha. "Sure 
you don't want one?"
Tabitha shook her head and stretched her weary legs. "No, thanks. I am 
off to bed too. It's "
"It's OK," Natalie replied. "I know the pregnancy makes you tired."
Tabitha nodded and used the arm of the chair for leverage, padding out 
into the hallway. "Night," the two girls called as they walked up to bed.
Adam grinned. "Does that offer apply to me?"
Natalie smiled. "Go on, I suppose so," she teased and helped Adam onto 
the massage table. It creaked more ominously as he put his face into the 
cut out hole.
"Is this thing OK with my weight."
Natalie clicked her joints and hummed. "Yeah. It's OK to 20-odd stone," 
she told him and took a generous portion of the oil in her hand and 
rubbed her hands together, taking a deep breath and touching her male 
house-mate, pressing firmly on his tense muscles.
He purred at her touch and she ran her hands over his back, circling his 
pressure points and using a variety of strokes that had him mewing and 
groaning appreciatively at her touch.
He jolted when she gripped his buttocks and tensed up. "Don't be silly," 
she told him and Adam slowly relaxed his muscles. They firmed up again 
and Natalie groaned. "Adam?"
"Sorry," he muttered from within the mattress. "Sorry, it's just umm I 
get nervous when touched there."
She tutted and poured a generous portion of oil on his hands, gripping 
and massaging his globes and thighs. He wondered if she was going to 
push against his bud for a giggle, but she obviously decided against it 
as he hands swept over his back.
"Turn over," she instructed and watched as Adam twisted his legs around 
and then turned over. She grinned at him and told him to close his eyes, 
which he did and her hands started to wander, pressing down on his 
muscles and then his small beer belly.
Adam grunted and licked his lips as she did; her touch was confident and 
firm but not too strong. She skated around his erect cock, and stroked 
his legs, her fingers twisting as her hands moved down his muscular 
legs. He purred as she walked around the table and repeated her firm 
actions with his other leg and then shook the bottle. "Only a little bit 
left," she muttered. "Shame to waste it."
Adam opened his eyes and watched as she poured the oil on her hands and 
she pointed towards him, watching as he sank back down and gripped both 
hands around his shaft.
Adam gasped as she slid both hands up and down his cock, her oily hands 
making his pink rod glisten in the half-light. He pursed his lips and 
sighed; Natalie was excellent as her hands rubbed his cock as if she was 
trying to start a fire and then pulled the skin downwards, exposing his 
purple glans at the top of his cock.
She deftly touched the head, already moist from his pre-cum and then 
covered in peach kernel oil. He gasped again, swore in intense 
satisfaction and held his breath.
Natalie giggled as she pumped his shaft, pouring the last of the oil 
over his genitals and then sliding her hands over the aromatic liquid.
Her palm glided over Adam's testicles and he groaned appreciatively as 
her other hand oscillated over his cock, the movement slick and 
effortless. Adam grunted and then cried out. "Oh Nat," he muttered and 
Natalie allowed her finger to touch his perineum, pressing down firmly 
on his nerves while her other hand brought him to orgasm.
He reached the point of no return and breathed out forcefully with a 
whimper. He gripped the side of the table, his legs quivering and 
shaking as Natalie pumped him harder and harder until a firm jet of 
semen shot out of the tip of his cock and landed on his stomach.
Four more spurts of decreasing intensity gave a line of semen from his 
belly button to his pubic hair and he laid motionless as he savoured the 
moment. Natalie pulled out a tissue and wiped her hands before looking 
at Adam. "No, I don't want anything in return," she told him as his eyes 
glistened. "Nothing."
"Wow, that was, wow!" Natalie smiled and cocked her head. "You should 
work in a massage parlour," he teased and Natalie rolled her eyes.
Natalie licked her lips and yawned. "It's not a normal service I offer," 
she told him. "Certainly not to non-boyfriends." She hesitated and 
looked into his grateful eyes. "But you've been good fun this week. But 
you ain't getting a hand job every massage, ya hear me?"
Adam nodded and smiled. "Yeah thanks."
* * * * *
"Come on Sis," Liam implored of his sister as he sat down in the living 
room.
"No 'cause you still owe me from last week," Sarah replied and slouched 
a bit further in the chair.
"I'll do your marking for you," Liam replied. "Tomorrow."
Sarah snorted. "Yeah, and what are you going to spend twenty quid on?" 
Liam hesitated and Sarah shook her head. "I'm getting worried about you. 
Getting into debt."
"It's not like that," Liam cried and crossed his arms. "It's Olivia and 
me, our first anniversary and I want to take her out and show her a good 
time."
"So this is for the restaurant?" Sarah asked, cocking her head and Liam 
hesitated before agreeing with her. "So what is it for?"
"The restaurant," Liam answered quickly and Sarah shook her head. "Oh 
come on, please. I need it."
Sarah scratched the top of her legs and watched her brother's eye line. 
"Tell me why you need it."
"The restaurant," Liam implored and his eyes crossed the room as a naked 
Natalie wandered in.
"Oh hiya Liam, you havin' a cuppa?"
"No, he's not stopping," Sarah replied and crossed her arms. "He is here 
to get money from me."
"Oh, what for?"
"We are getting to that."
Liam's eyes traced Natalie's curves and he stared up at her. "I want to 
take a girl to a restaurant," he started and Natalie giggled.
"Ahh what would Olivia say?"
Liam smirked as Natalie left the room, looking back to his sister. Sarah 
reached into her handbag and took out two ten pound notes, putting them 
on the table. "You can have them when you tell me the truth," she told 
him and Liam shook his head.
"I have done," he whined and Sarah's eyes shot up. "OK. I want to get 
some vodka for us, OK?"
Sarah snorted and Liam held out his hands. "Liam, this has to stop."
"No, it's fine. We only get smashed on special occasions and anyway I've 
been sober for ages. Olivia has the house to herself and we are going 
out to the restaurant, which I have the money for, but I want a drink 
when I get back."
Sarah shook her head and passed him the money. "I want it back," she 
told him firmly and watched the teenager pocket the money, smirking at her.
"Cheers."
"And I haven't forgotten the marking," she told him as he got up. "I got 
a weeks worth I was going to do tonight. All for you."
Liam groaned. "I'm sure teachers aren't supposed to dump their marking 
on other people."
"I call it outsourcing," Sarah told him seriously. "If it's good enough 
for my bank it's good enough for me."
* * * * *
Natalie picked up his empty plate and passed it to Sarah. "You off out 
then."
Adam squirmed in his chair. "Yeah, I know we were supposed to be 
watching a film but Carl's working every other night this week," Adam 
said with a shrug. "And I know you got feck all to do for the rest of 
the week."
Natalie stacked the plate and grunted, walking out of the dining room 
and into the kitchen. She returned with her arms crossed over her bosom 
and watched as Adam drained his glass of beer. "What are you up to?" She 
asked Sarah and Tabitha who looked at each other as Adam slipped away 
from the table. "Because I have been stood up."
"Hey!" Adam called. "I've not stood you up, I've just suggested we 
rearrange it when I am not busy."
"You weren't busy today when we arranged it," Natalie spat back. "I was 
looking forward to going to the cinema."
Adam threw his arms down to his side. "OK. I'll tell Carl that I can't 
if you are going to be like that."
"No. You go and drink beer with your racist friend," Natalie told him, 
sweeping her hair back. "I know when I am not wanted." Adam spluttered 
and Natalie just looked at her friends. "I don't suppose I could join 
you for the evening?"
"If you really want to " Sarah started and looked at Tabitha. "I've got 
some marking to do. I set some homework and s'pose I better tell them 
how badly they've done," she teased with a grin.
Adam looked at her again and she waved him away dismissively. "Go on. I 
don't want to spend it with you now anyway."
"Well Carl said I could spend the night ..." Adam muttered as Natalie 
puffed dramatically. Adam shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his 
nose before leaving the room to get dressed; Natalie was certainly being 
moodier than usual in the previous few days despite his adoption of 
their naturist ideals and the closeness that the two of them had forged. 
What was wrong with the bloody woman?
He left the house and strode towards the pub, wondering about Natalie's 
motives. He knew the girls did not want him living with them and 
supposed their adoption of the naturist lifestyle was to make him feel 
uncomfortable. If so, it was doomed to failure; what guy would seriously 
not like looking at naked women?
Sarah was model-like, toned with a flawless body and he never tired of 
seeing her hips swaying from side-to-side as she walked. She was sexy. 
Natalie was more so, she may have been carrying a few extra pounds (as 
was he), but her body was shapely and had interesting curves which was 
what he found most alluring in a woman.
Carl was waiting for Adam as he entered the pub and he nodded towards a 
pint of beer waiting for him at his table. "Fuckin' 'ell. Ya late. Ya 
turning into a fuckin' bird."
Adam snorted and scratched his throat. "It's the 'ormones in the water," 
he replied with a grin. "I'll not be able to drive or owt," he said with 
a grin and Carl guffawed at his friend's sexism and let out a burp to 
the disgust of the table next to him. "Students?" He asked the young men 
who nodded and he snorted.
"Ya dirty fuckers," he told them. "And fuckin' skivers. Always want 
money to spend it on cheap beer and filthy girls."
Adam shrugged at their surprised faces and he groaned at his angry 
friend. "Shall we just move?" He suggested and Carl downed the last of 
his drink before looking towards the barmaid and held his glass up.
"Same again, love."
He got up and slapped a five pound note on the counter and passed his 
beer glass to the young redhead filling a clean glass with the local 
brewery's beer. Adam watched in almost silence, he knew Carl needed to 
work on his temper and would get him into trouble by association unless 
he was careful. It had happened once before, and he knew it would happen 
again.
Carl threw himself down onto the seat and took a long sip of his drink, 
emitting an exaggerated and dramatic sigh as it flooded his gullet. He 
nodded towards him. "How's work?"
"Ahh fine," Adam replied, still only a third of the way through his 
drink. "Got to get a couple of new people in, fired a couple."
"The darkies right? Hand in the till? Can't trust the cunts."
A tortured look came over Adam's face. "No. Local lads. Never in work on 
time." He was about to point out that the ethnic minorities and Eastern 
European workers at his company were honest and reliable but thought 
better of it. He didn't want to upset Carl.
Carl shook his head and finished his pint. "I'm only working this week 
'cos the effin' niggers at our place dain't come to work. I ain't going 
to Deepdale on Saturday 'cause one of the Polish lads he ain't in. Some 
bullshit about his kid having cancer."
Adam rubbed his cheek. "One of my lads is getting divorced and his kid 
has leukaemia. It's tearing him up, proper destroying the poor man."
Carl snorted. "Yeah well, one of that Polish lot getting cancer, well 
one less of the bastards. But his son ain't, I know his kid ain't. He's 
just a work-shy lazy cunt."
Adam licked his lips and got up from the table. "Just going to the bog," 
he muttered and walked over to the small toilets. Carl was being too 
offensive and Adam felt uncomfortable.
He was used to his effortless racism, and while he didn't share many of 
Carl's views, he would listen to them, but his attitude towards a child 
who was suffering from cancer was simply too much. Adam wondered what he 
should do; his attitude and behaviour had been getting more and more 
extreme since he had started going on the marches but knew he wouldn't 
listen to any voice trying to moderate him.
Adam didn't know what to do for the best. If he confronted Carl about 
his attitude, then his wild friend would kick off and maybe start a 
fight, but he wasn't comfortable gloating and revelling in the fact that 
a young child might be seriously ill.
Adam washed his hands and rubbed them on the back of his trousers; he 
had no option but to try and talk some sense into Carl.
He heard raised voices from the other side of the pub and he wasn't 
surprised when he saw Carl shouting as he walked around the bar. Carl 
was standing aggressively, shouting at the students and took a step 
towards them when he slipped on the wet floor and fell back, crashing 
into the table and sliding off of the flimsy furniture on the floor. 
Adam ran over and knelt down beside his friend who was crying out in 
pain. "I'll get the fucker," Carl shouted and started getting to his 
feet when the barmaid arrived.
"You can get out," she told him, looking at the broken table.
"He hit me," Carl lied and pointed a finger at the student who protested 
vehemently.
"Carl, you're drunk," she told him. "Go home."
Carl swayed and looked at her in the eyes. "I ain't," he grunted. "I 
ain't. Only had five or six."
"You've had enough," he was told firmly and she looked at Adam. "Get him 
'ome. And don't come back today."
Adam nodded and got up from the chair to point towards the door. Carl 
shook his head and pointed at the smiling student. "I'm gonna fuckin' 
get you. I'll fuckin' 'ave you."
"I'm shaking in my boots," came the response.
"Come on," Adam muttered, tugging on his friend's arm but Carl pushed it 
away as they strode towards the front door of the pub. Carl fell down 
the step as he landed onto the street.
"Let's look at that wound?" Adam offered. "It looks nasty."
"It's fine," Carl scoffed, dismissing him and felt the back of his head, 
bringing his bloodied fingers in front of his face and gently shaking 
his head. "It hurts, but it's fine. Let's go get Jamie and beat that 
fucker right up."
Adam stared at his friend's incandescent expression. "No," he said 
firmly. "You need to get some medical attention."
"Like fuck. I need ..."
"To got to the 'ospital."
"I fuckin' do not," Carl shouted and gestured wildly at his friend. "I 
fuckin' do not need to see any quack."
"Carl. Listen, you have just hit your head," Adam told him.
"I wanna kick that fuck into next ..."
Adam grabbed hold of Carl as he tried to enter the pub who swung wildly 
at his friend. Adam moved out of the way of the wild swing and pushed 
him up against the pub wall. "Don't fuck with me Carl," Adam spat. 
"You're pissing me off."
Carl's head swayed slightly. "You what?"
"Oh the constant going on, just chill. Or get laid."
Carl sneered and pushed Adam away. "I'm nobbing some bird, so fuck off. 
I only fight for us British. Us English people against scum." Adam shook 
his head and let go of Carl who threw his arms out in front of him and 
waved his finger towards his friend. "You should come on a march. Fight 
for ya country."
Adam sighed and went to speak when Carl groaned and rubbed his forehead. 
"Are we going to the hospital?" Carl shook his head and Adam pointed 
down the street. "Go home then."
Adam had to spend the following three hours, as Carl sobered up sitting 
on the couch, to make sure that the bang to his head didn't have him 
collapsing. Carl wasn't tired, just angry about everything and in the 
end Adam put on a film as Carl ranted about his gun license being 
revoked; he simply didn't want to listen to Carl's prejudices any more.
He didn't get to walk home until nearly midnight, and it was then a 
thirty minute walk across the town centre as Adam wearily trekked past 
the beggars, the drunken students and the copulating couple of teenagers 
in a back alley he used.
Adam closed the front door quietly and put his coat on the hook. It was 
late and there was barely a sound in the house; everyone must be in bed. 
He glanced up the stairs and noticed a slither of light coming from 
under the lounge door; the girls were always leaving lights on.
He walked to the door, and opened it, expecting it to be empty and 
gasped in shock.
Impaled on the end of a strap-on dildo attached to Tabitha's waist was 
Sarah, who was grunting lustfully in the throws of her orgasm. Tabitha 
rammed the black rubber phallus deep into her house mate.
"What the ?"
The two naked girls spun their heads to look at the door to see Adam 
standing there, his cheeks red and his face shocked. "Adam," Sarah cried 
from the couch. "Ahh shit."
Chapter VIII
"You two muff munchers?" Adam cried. "You mean you two. Do you, you know?"
Tabitha groaned and got up from the chair, using both of the arms for 
leverage to pull her bulk up. "I'm going to bed," she told her partner 
and the Sarah nodded, watching the thick eight-inch long sex toy, 
glistening in the half-light, swing between Tabitha's legs.
Adam winced; it looked massive. No wonder the girls said he wouldn't 
measure up if they thought that was normal.
"I'll be up shortly," Sarah promised and turned to Adam as Tabitha left 
the room. "We are in love, yes," Sarah said firmly. "And we didn't want 
you to know, it's not any of your business."
"Well I didn't mean to find out, you were just doing it as I walked in."
"You weren't supposed to be home," Sarah thundered. "Staying at Carl's?"
"He had an accident and got very annoying," Adam told her and then 
grunted, staring at the primary teacher's erect nipples. "But I had no 
idea. You two don't look like lesbians."
"Well I am sorry we weren't wearing dungarees to make it obvious for 
you," Sarah quipped. "We blend in so well."
Adam nodded, his eyes now focused on the skirting-board. "Yeah, ya hide 
it, real well. I mean which one of you is the butch one? It's her I 
guess, it must be."
Sarah crossed her arms. "Is your entire life ruled by stereotypes?"
"No," Adam replied indignantly. "But it is weird. I can't be expected to 
see that when you hide it like that."
Sarah sighed and she glared at him. "No it isn't weird."
"But she's pregnant. That baby isn't yours, is it?" Adam thought for a 
moment and then shook his head. "Well what I mean is "
"I know what you meant," Sarah snapped with her arms crossed. "And no, I 
had nothing to do with the baby. Well, I was there at conception but 
that's a different story."
"Ahh wow, a threesome," Adam muttered and then smiled with a glint in 
his eye.
"Not a fucking chance," Sarah spat in annoyed tone and Adam held up his 
hands in a mock surrender motion.
"I wasn't suggesting, owt?"
Sarah cocked her head to one side and gave a grin. "Well actually, I 
mean Tabitha loves to use her strap-on. If you want a threesome, I'm 
sure she could find somewhere to put it."
Adam shook his head. "Oh no," he spluttered and Sarah licked her lips, 
before running her hands over eyes.
"Now I want you to promise not to tell anyone."
Adam grunted. "Why?"
"Cos we don't want anyone to know, why the fuck do you think?"
"Is Natalie a muff-muncher too?"
Sarah sighed and stared at him. "Will you stop calling me that?" She 
glared angrily at him who shrugged and pulled a moue. "Cause, neither 
Tab or I have a muff, as you can well see. We are nudists, we shave and 
you still call me a muff-muncher."
"OK, is Natalie a dyke also?"
Sarah groaned. "That's her business."
"She is, all three of you get it on, don't you? I've moved in with a 
bunch of raving "
"Don't even think of finishing that sentence," Sarah interrupted and 
waved her finger towards him. "No, Natalie is not in a relationship with 
us, and her sex life is her business, not yours. As you well know. Not 
for the want of trying, I can see. Now I don't want you to tell anyone."
"OK," Adam said with an air of indifference. "No-one I know will care."
"Especially my Dad," Sarah pleaded. "I mean it no-one. I don't want him 
to be told by you or by you mouthing off to your Dad and it getting 
back. No one, ya hear?"
Adam closed his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, of course. But surely, my 
silence should be rewarded and " He tailed off with a smirk on his face 
and Sarah scowled at him furiously. "OK maybe not. Maybe you just never 
met the right guy. Perhaps if you ..."
"Adam, you ain't gonna convert me. I like women. I love Tabitha."
"OK. OK," Adam said dismissively. "But if you two want to lez up, don't 
mind me."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Good night, Adam," the young teacher said firmly 
and left the room, leaving a slightly tipsy man staring after her bare ass.
* * * * *
Natalie glared at him, standing in the kitchen doorway. "Yes, Adam. I know."
"Ohh," he muttered. "It's just. Well they don't."
Natalie sighed , clearly exasperated. "Is this really a problem for you?"
"No," Adam cried. "I'm not you know." He writhed a little and looked at 
her with a longing look. "I just didn't well it's not "
"It's affected your speech," Natalie teased and pushed past him to get 
to the kettle. "Are you embarrassed?"
Adam spluttered and picked up his drink. "No," he said quickly and 
loudly. "It's just ya know."
She glanced at him and shook her head with a wry smile. "It's not 
anything to be ashamed of. It's very sexy, don't you think?"
Adam puffed out and grabbed his toast from the side, taking a big bite 
out of it. "Oh yeah. I told Sarah, I didn't mind, ya know if she wanted 
to." He made a gesture with his hands and Natalie shook her head.
"You wanted to watch?" She waited for Adam to protest and smiled at him. 
"Of course you do. Dirty little basket."
He shrugged, blushing. "If she was going to offer."
Natalie shook her head and poured hot water into a bright red cup 
containing a tea bag. "They aren't in love with other just so they can 
have sex for men."
"Hey " Adam interrupted. "If they want to do girl-on-girl "
"Do girl-on-girl?" Natalie's eyes sparkled and she glared at him. "They 
may make love, or even have sex, but they do not do girl-on-girl," she 
hissed. "This is them living their life, not acting out a porn scene."
Adam rolled his eyes. "I didn't say that," he replied with an annoyed 
tone and met the voluptuous girl's eyes.
"They are in love, Sarah and Tabitha has found their soulmates, and 
occasionally, they have sex. Well every fucking night, don't you hear 
them when you go to the bathroom?"
"Not often," Adam replied instantly and shrugged. "I mean, the odd time 
but then I guess they got jillin' off."
Natalie sighed and shook her head. "Ya so fuckin' na<ve. Jillin' off 
doesn't often produce banging headboards, well not like they do anyway. 
Sarah and Tab have both found the person they want to spend their lives 
with, just 'cause they are the same sex doesn't make that any more 
intense or real for them." Adam nodded and she raised her eyebrows. "I 
know you might find that hard to believe but it's true. I've not seen a 
couple more into each other than those two."
Adam nodded at her seriousness and she snorted. "So how is your racist 
friend, the one that you ran off to instead of watching a film with me 
and having a massage?"
Adam snarled. "You didn't say anything about a massage." Natalie 
shrugged and he continued. "Carl's Carl: he kicked off in the pub as his 
gun license is being reviewed by the Cops," Adam muttered. "So he ain't 
happy."
Natalie shook her head. "He's the last person that should have weapons," 
she told him firmly. "Although if we had proper gun control in this 
country."
"He only uses it as his gun club over Morecambe way," Adam interrupted. 
"And I know you don't like him but it's not as though he shoots people. 
It's just the Police picking on 'im 'cause he is in the anti-immigrant 
rallies and his football conviction."
Natalie sighed and looked at him. "Do you believe that?" Adam nodded and 
Natalie looked at him. "Really? You would trust him with a gun."
Adam hesitated and crossed his arms. "Yeah, I think so. I mean, he's not 
going to go toto in Morecambe and start shooting women and children or 
owt; he's sound in the head. Ya just got something against him."
Natalie shook her head, sniffed and pushed past him. "Off to work," she 
said tersely.
"Is this still about last night," Adam shouted after her, but Natalie 
ignored him and went into the lounge. "Moody witch," he said under his 
breath about the naked Scottish girl and strode upstairs to get ready 
for work.
* * * * *
"It's not as stupid as it sounds," Adam told him as he took a sip of his 
drink.
"It's fuckin' mental," James replied as Adam grinned. "But ya a fuckin' 
lucky cunt. I mean, livin' with three girls, that's shit, but three 
nudists. Ahh man, and you got promotion. I want to buy some of that 
lucky heather you got."
Adam laughed out loud and James looked at him. "They are a bit moody at 
times."
"Yeah, time of the month," James spat back. "I reckon Teri's lasts for 
27 days each month."
"Yeah, Tabitha doesn't like me too much, I can tell that. Sarah's OK and 
Natalie's a bitch at times, but pretty cool other times. But I tell ya, 
ya hardly notice them in the buff after a couple of days. It's just normal."
James watched Adam out of the corner of his eye as he drank half of his 
beer and shook his head as he swallowed. "Ya doin' it too?"
"They made me," Adam muttered in defence and waited for James to take a 
deep breath.
"I don't know how ya do it," he said airily.
Sensing further questions, Adam changed the subject. "What happened at 
work?"
"Ahh, well I went for the disciplinary and got done, so I appealed, I 
told you that, right?"
"Yeah, ya did."
"Yeah, well the union 'elped me and said that as the manager who I 
offended did the disciplinary it wasn't fair so they moaned at the 
company who agreed, chucked me on another disciplinary and I got off. 
One person's word 'gainst 'nother."
"Oh, that's good. So you got off?"
"Better. Manager got a bollocking and moved onto 'nother store. I got a 
bit of compo as well for hurt feelings."
Adam laughed and James shrugged his shoulders. "Teri's still pissed at 
me, but we got a new sofa out of it. Comes tomorra, so she's shouldn't 
be too pissed off all told."
"And you call me lucky?" Adam muttered.
"What's ya work like?"
"Ahh good. Still running the factory, had to let someone go 'cause they 
on the fiddle but not too bad. The Old Man, he wants his son to take 
over 'ventually but he ain't ready yet and the Old Man ain't got the 
'ealth to stick around too much, so I'm just running the workshop. It's 
cool."
James snorted and finished the rest of his pint. "Another?"
"Yeah, in a minute. Is Carl not joining us?"
"Nah, he's over gun club, 'fore the cops take his license off of him."
Adam yawned and finished his pint of beer. "Sorry, tired," he muttered. 
"Busy day at work."
James snorted. "Girls not wearing you out?" He teased and Adam shook his 
head.
"I fuckin' wish. Glad that we got Christmas comin' up. Need a break."
"Ahh, Teri said if you want to come over, ya welcome."
"Going over to see family," Adam replied instantly. "But tell her, cheers."
"You want that pint now?" James asked and Adam nodded.
"Yeah, Old Goat or Bomber please."
"Sure," James said and gathered the two empty pint glasses. Adam watched 
his overweight friend walk up to the bar and politely catch the 
barmaid's eye.
It occurred to him that his two friends James and Carl was so different 
and a night at the local pub with James had been civilised, watching the 
football game before having a good chat. Why did Carl always seem to get 
himself into trouble?
"She's nice," Jamie said as he sat back down and nodded towards the 
student barmaid. "She's doing Biology at the Uni."
"Oh right," Adam said, taking a sip of the beer.
"And she said, she had to chuck you out last week." Adam spluttered into 
his pint and looked at Jamie grinning at him. "Carl, right?"
"Yeah," Adam sighed. "Yeah, it was Carl."


Chapter IX
"Misteltoe?" Adam asked as he entered the kitchen to see a nearly-naked 
Sarah and a completely naked Tabitha kissing.
"It's OK," Sarah said as she broke the kiss, her sheer negligee riding 
up as she swung around. "We aren't stopping. Just doing the breakfast."
Adam pursed his lips and rubbed his nose. "I can give you two some 
space," he told her and Sarah looked back.
"We are fine."
"I spoke to Natalie," Adam admitted. "She got to her parent's at eleven 
thirty last night." Tabitha and Sarah looked at each other and Adam 
continued. "Said the roads weren't quite as clear as she hoped."
Sarah licked her lips and smiled. "Well it was Christmas Eve," she 
muttered and ran her hands through Adam's chest hair. "Shall we open 
presents."
"I want my breakfast," he muttered but Sarah dragged Adam into the 
lounge as Tabitha poured three bowls of corn flakes and made three cups 
of tea. The Christmas tree, purchased by Sarah a few days previously was 
sparsely decorated. Tabitha was off to her friend's house for Christmas 
dinner and Sarah were going to have dinner with her family while Natalie 
left at lunchtime on Christmas Eve to drive to Scotland and Adam was 
planning to walk to his family's house, so no-one really saw the point 
in having much of a tree.
Sarah had purchased it from a local garden centre for a couple of pounds 
as the holidays approached and she had gleefully erected it in the 
corner of the room with a handful of baubles. Adam watched as she moved 
the chair in front of the tree and beamed at the handful of presents 
underneath it. "It makes the room look Christmassy," she told him and 
Adam didn't have the heart to disagree; one three foot tree and six red 
baubles did not make a room look "Christmassy" in his opinion.
"Yeah," he muttered and sat down on a towel in the chair as Sarah pulled 
out the presents. "I've already given Natalie hers to take up to 
Scotland," he told her and Sarah scowled.
"Why didn't I think of that?"
Adam shrugged and had Sarah pass him two packages as Tabitha gave him a 
bowl of orange cereal floating in a sea of milk, followed by an 
impossibly strong cup of tea. "Cheers," he muttered as Sarah put three 
presents on the chair for Tabitha and six on her chair.
"You first," Sarah excitedly told Tabitha as she sat down around the 
small pile of gifts and took a sip of her drink.
Tabitha glanced up at the expectant face of Sarah and unwrapped the 
biggest present a giant cuddly toy from Natalie. Sarah wrapped her arms 
around the three-foot high bear and then watched as she unwrapped Nelson 
Mandela's autobiography from Adam. Tabitha glanced up at him as he 
nervously ate his cereal. "Thanks," she said genuinely. "That's um cool."
Adam breathed a sigh of relief as she smiled at him and then she 
nervously unwrapped the smallest present, cooing as she did. "Oh Sarah, 
thank you," she said, removing a gold chain from a box and holding it 
under the light, before wrapping it around her wrist. She looked down at 
her partner and held her hands out, hugging and then kissing her 
girlfriend. "It's beautiful," she cooed. "Wonderful."
Sarah was next to unwrap her gifts, getting two bottles of wine and a 
box of chocolates from her school, followed by two tickets to see a 
comedian in Preston from Adam, a sex toy from Natalie, and a silk dress 
from Tabitha. She beamed at her "haul" and felt the dress against her 
skin before standing up and putting the red garment on, replacing the 
sheer nightdress she was wearing.
Adam licked his lips, the dress showed off Sarah's cleavage nicely and 
whereas he barely noticed her breasts when she was wandering around 
naked, the shortness of the dress and cut of the garment, made her look 
sexier and he felt his loins stir. "Very nice," he muttered tactfully as 
he finished his tea and leant forward to open a two foot wide box.
Sarah's eyes sparkled and he unwrapped an Indian cookery set from Sarah 
and Tabitha containing spices, bowls and sauces. "We thought it is 
something you could do with Natalie. Get her to teach you how to cook a 
proper curry."
"Instead of always buying them," Tabitha added.
"Be healthier," Sarah told him and Adam smiled, thanking them both. 
Natalie's present felt light and he tore off the gold wrapping. There 
was a post-it note wrapped around a DVD and he read it out loud.
"You said you wanted to watch. Love, Nat." He tore off the note and 
laughed it was a lesbian porn film and Sarah burst into hysterics.
"Can we borrow this?" Sarah teased and Adam laughed.
"Maybe later," he promised and took the DVD back. "When I've finished 
with it."
Sarah giggled at his expression. "Finished, eh?"
* * * * *
Sarah grinned as her brother took a swig of his beer, leaning against 
the wall. "So where's the love of ya life," she teased. "She's not been 
'round all day. Expected at least a phone call."
Liam grinned. "Well I sort of haven't told Mum yet but I'm going 'round 
Boxing Day." He hesitated and Sarah tapped the brickwork.
"Parents going out?"
"Oh yes," Liam replied in a silly voice, copying an advertisement on the 
television with a grin. "House to ourselves all afternoon and evening."
"You do know you are going straight to Hell," Sarah teased.
"Of course, wouldn't have it any other way," he replied nonchalantly and 
then looked at his sister. "Don't tell me you didn't do things you 
didn't want Mum and Dad to know about when you were a teenager?"
Sarah shrugged. "I do things now that I don't want Mum and Dad to know 
about."
"I know. I've seen, remember."
Sarah laughed and looked into the eyes of her brother. "But you are 
happy, aren't you?"
Liam nodded and Sarah cocked her head to one side. "Yes," he said 
quickly. "Very."
Sarah looked at his expression and he took another swig of his drink. 
"You sure?"
"Yes. It's fun and Olivia, well she likes it too."
Sarah touched Liam on the arm and wrapped her arms around him. "Well as 
long as ya happy," she told him. "And Olivia is."
"Yes," Liam replied exasperated.
"Well I do worry about you. You just seem too young and I don't want you 
to go off the rails. Remember ..."
"You have important exams coming up," he finished for her and Sarah 
licked her lips and nodded.
"Well yes."
"Honestly, I'll be fine," he told her. "Really fine." He looked at his 
sister glaring at him and he grunted. "OK, so I drink a bit more than I 
should but I'm top of me class for most of me subjects now," he said firmly.
"Except English," Sarah teased. "Me? You mean 'my'."
"Oh whatever. But since 'Livia and I," he said with a flourish and 
waited for his sister to approve of his grammar. "Since we've been 
together, I've just been relaxed and school's easier."
Sarah licked her lips and rubbed her hands. "Well if you're sure."
"Yeah. I am. Olivia's parents are never there, it seems really weird the 
relationship they have and even when I've stayed the night, her Mum's 
often not there in the morning, so it's good Olivia has someone." He 
waited for Sarah to respond but his sister just took another swig of her 
drink. "So what's it like without Mary?"
"Good," Sarah murmured. "No I mean it. Tabitha's a bit cut up at times, 
but Mary and I didn't always get on, well I thought she led Tab astray."
"You sound almost jealous."
"I s'pose I was," Sarah muttered. "Tab and I shared intimate moments but 
Mary was always around to spend fun-time with my lover. It was like 
having a third person. I think Tab needed her more than she needed me at 
times and Mary not being there has brought Tab and I, real close."
"Where is she? It is Christmas and all that?"
"We spent the morning together but her friend invited her 'round for an 
African Christmas and she agreed so I am here and she is there," Sarah 
answered with a detached tone.
The two siblings were interrupted by a sound behind them and opened the 
door to the conservatory. "Ahh, there you are, wine?"
"I'll have a top up," Sarah replied and held out her glass to her father.
"What ya doing out there?"
"Just chattin'," Sarah blurted out quickly. "I hardly ever see him, he's 
always with that Olivia."
Liam blushed. "Yeah, don't we know it. He's hardly in his own bed," her 
father said with a smile.
"Ya know young men, out there sowing their oats," Sarah said with a 
smirk and Liam blushed a little more.
"Yeah well as long as there is crop failure. We don't want that girl of 
yours getting up the duff, do we?" Liam did his best to rearrange his 
face and got a funny look from his father as he trundled back into the 
house, jabbing his sister as he caught up with her.
"You and your big mouth," he hissed and Sarah took another sip of her wine.
"What's on the box?" Sarah asked as she dropped down into the chair in 
the lounge and picked up a TV guide. "Or we could watch my Eddie Izzard 
DVD," she replied and rummaged around for her Christmas present from her 
brother. "He is so funny."
"Isn't he the queer? Like Julian what-not?"
Sarah snorted and picked up the case. "He's funny."
"He's a freak show," her father replied and picked up his beer. Sarah 
shook her head and threw the TV guide to her father.
"Well you find something to watch. Something without gay people in it," 
she thundered and looked at her brother with a strained expression. 
"There must be something the Daily Mail won't object to."
* * * * *
Natalie straightened Adam's tie and cocked her head. "Hey, he almost 
looks presentable."
"I'm not sure about this," Adam moaned. "I mean, I ain't been on a blind 
date for ages."
Natalie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well Bella's a nice girl. Bit unlucky in 
life."
"Like how?"
"Just unlucky. You'll be fine," she sighed and cocked her head. "Now 
remember, don't mention anything about porn, wanking, toilet habits, 
football, Carl, driving," Adam groaned. "Right, it's that attitude you 
need to work on. Praise her. All women like praise."
"I have been on dates before," he told her and she rubbed her hands.
"And look where it got you." Natalie looked at her watch and hummed. 
"You better go."
"What? I've got loads of time. It's only down the road. Two minutes tops"
"You are not going on your bike," she told her forcefully.
"Why?"
"Because it's down the road and you will want to wear your leathers and 
then have to faff about. Just take a taxi. It's five quid for fucks sake."
Adam shook his head when there was a knock at the door and Natalie 
looked at him. "Your taxi."
"What?"
"Well don't be late. We shan't be waiting up for you," Natalie teased 
and watched as Adam left the lounge. She waited for the door to close 
and Sarah shook her head at Natalie.
"You are either up to something to extremely nice," she told her 
Scottish friend. "And I haven't worked out witch."
"Oh," Natalie murmured in annoyance. "You have a cynical mind."



Chapter X
"Bella?" Adam asked a girl holding a red rose outside the small Chinese 
restaurant in the town centre and she nodded.
"Adam?" she asked with a girly giggle and held her hand out for Adam to 
take.
"Shall we?" Adam asked, and when she nodded chivalrously opened the door 
to the bright restaurant. "We have a reservation, name of Adam Hodson," 
he asked the waitress who ushered them to a small table in the window of 
the eerily quiet restaurant.
"Bloody quiet," his date muttered and Adam shrugged.
"'Tween Christmas and New Year," he told her with a grin and took her 
coat to put on the coat-stand behind him. Bella's eyes twinkled as he 
sat down and he looked her up and down.
Bella was a big girl; not fat, or at least not very fat but big. She had 
long brown hair that stretched below her shoulders and sparkling brown 
eyes, as well as a cheeky smile that oozed playfulness rather than 
seduction. Adam's eyes glanced down to her cleavage, Bella was 
big-breasted and she shook her head as his eyes flicked down. "40FF," 
she announced loudly and shrugged. "Every guy wants to know how big me 
assets are."
Adam spluttered and passed her a menu; her breasts was almost straining 
at the tight lycra like red material of her red dress that was 
emblazoned with a red heart in the middle. "I wasn't going to ask," Adam 
admitted truthfully.
Bella spluttered. "Yeah right. Ya were," she said confidently. "But ya 
know I don't ask how big ya cock is on a first date. But you ask how big 
my tits are." Adam stared open mouthed at the girl who laughed as she 
spoke and then buried her face into the menu.
Adam could smell alcohol on her breath and knew that she had been 
drinking before meeting him but scanned the menu and waited for his date 
to make her mind. Bella was too busy moaning about the injustices in 
life. "Cause, if I shag a hundred blokes it's all slut this and loose 
cow. But if you shagged a hundred lasses, it's well done mate, jack the 
lad and all that. It ain't right."
Adam peered at her over the top of the menu. "What dya want love?"
"Love?" Bella giggled and looked at the list. "Pint of lager."
Adam ordered two pints of beer and sat back as they ordered when the 
drinks came. Bella took one sip and then continued drinking, downing two 
thirds of her drink in one go. "Thirsty?"
"Drier than a Nun's chuff my throat," Bella announced and sighed. "Did 
twelve coaches today. Me back's killin'." She stretched in her chair, 
and leant forward and she pushed her bum into the corner her seat, 
affording Adam an excellent view down the top of her dress. "Hey, you've 
barely touched it."
"Yeah," Adam told her. "I was ummm well I ain't planning to do a session 
tonight."
Bella snorted and held onto her glass. "So Nat says you got a bike and 
work in a factory."
"Yeah," Adam told her. "We make security products alarms and stuff." He 
waited for a moment and looked at her. "Nat said you worked on the coaches."
"Yeah, as a cleaner. Crap job but pays the bills."
Adam shrugged and she rubbed her eyes, finishing the last of her beer 
and ordering another one when the waiter asked what they wanted to 
order. "So go on," he told her. "What else?"
Bella shrugged. "No boyfriends for six months. Last one Pete. He was a 
dirty bugger." Adam looked around the small restaurant and was a little 
embarrassed as two women turned to look in his direction at him and his 
date, who was bellowing instead of chatting. "Always wanted it up the 
shitter. I mean I ain't gonna get knocked up back there, but it ain't 
right doing it in public."
Adam gasped and she snorted. "I mean, I've had a few one-night stands 
since then, who hasn't? Ya know everything they say about black blokes 
is true."
Adam nodded. "Right?"
"Yeah, and men with big feet." She giggled as a few people turned to 
look at the obscene girl. She drank half the glass of beer, her hands 
shaking and put the drink down. "However, that Pete, he nicked from me. 
Stole money from my purse. And he was always banging on 'bout me and 
callin' me stuff. Mean, I fixed his car for him. Paid tons of money to 
get some belt fixed or owt and he fucks off."
She took a few more gulps of her drink and put it down on the table with 
a start. "And as for work. Well Nat is a right demanding cow. She always 
on at me as well. I've 'ad to stay behind for six nights this month and 
I ain't had any extra cash for it. She's a mean fuckin' bitch and I know 
she's ya friend and all that, but fuck me, she could screw over a Jew."
Adam pursed his lips and Bella clicked her fingers at the waiter. "Same 
again, love," she told him and finished her pint of beer and passed him 
the glass.
The waiter clicked his heels together. "Certainly Madam," he told her 
and Bella leant forward and look into Adam's eyes, passing wind loudly 
as she did.
"Hey, better out than in," she said with a smirk. "Ahh dain't tell me 
that ya ain't dropped one in public."
Adam blushed and she rocked back on her chair, giggling. "Once or 
twice," he admitted and Bella thanked the waiter as he put a third drink 
in front of her.
Adam was a little surprised when their starter arrived so quickly but 
Bella tucked into the meal, shovelling the spring rolls into her mouth 
and washing them down with a pint of beer.
She staggered to the toilet and returned a few minutes, sitting down and 
clapping her hands. "Oi," she yelled across the restaurant and held out 
her glass as Adam slid down in his chair. "Same again, Pedro."
Bella was loud as she openly discussed private matters candidly and 
without any measure of discretion. Adam was getting embarrassed and 
already had heard how her previous boyfriend never made her climax; it 
was too much information to broadcast around the small restaurant on a 
first date.
Adam rolled his eyes and was, again, surprised how quickly his meal 
arrived. They seemed to have been served before most of the other diners 
and Bella picked up the chopsticks. "I am well good with these," she 
told him and sized up a piece of beef on her plate.
She brought the two sticks either side of the meat and raised it higher, 
before one of the sticks slipped and she managed to flick a piece of 
beef across the dining area so it hit a woman a few feet away. "Sorry," 
Bella called out. "Got a faulty chopstick."
Adam held his hand over his mouth, laughing at Bella who giggled at the 
annoyed face of the woman. "Faulty chopstick?" Bella nodded. He picked 
up the chopstick and drove it into a piece of beef, holding it up as if 
it was a lollipop stick. "See?"
Bella tried to do the same but she drove her stick into the meat and 
then brought it up to her face, flicking the stick with a flourish. The 
grey piece of meat left her stick and Adam, desperate to catch it, 
knocked the waiter into the unoccupied table next to him. "Sorry," Adam 
muttered as the young waiter got to his feet and Bella burst into 
uncontrollable laughter.
For the first time, Adam was enjoying himself and Bella smiled at him as 
she swapped her chopstick for a fork and began stuffing the food into 
her mouth. She certainly had a bit of trouble with her hand-to-eye 
coordination and Adam finished long before she did.
"Need slash," she told him as she got up and Adam watched as she 
staggered towards the toilets at the bottom of the restaurant. Adam 
shook his head and stretched; Bella wasn't an awful date companion but 
she was far from being good girlfriend material. She was too drunk to 
really know what she was like and whereas Adam was still technically 
sober enough to drive, Bella would probably still be over the legal 
limit the following morning.
Bella stumbled out of the toilets and pulled her dress down, grabbing 
hold of the sides of the material and tugging forcefully. Adam heard the 
tear from six yards away and Bella shrieked. Her dress had torn where 
the straps met the dress and it was falling down to her ankles. 
"Aaaaggghhhh."
A dozen faces turned to see Bella frantically scrambling to pull her 
dress around her pendulous bosom back up towards her neck but the 
garment, already having been charitably stretched around her bust was 
not an easy fit and the waitress had to guide Bella back to the toilet 
so she could make herself presentable.
"I think sir, it is time to take your companion home," the waiter told 
Adam with a solemn look.
"Yeah," Adam muttered and looked at him. "Blind date, you know."
He nodded and clicked his fingers. "The bill please, for Mr Hodson." 
Within seconds a bill for over ninety pounds was given to him and Adam 
grunted; Bella had drunk a lot and begrudgingly put his credit card down 
on the paper.
Bella arrived just as he had finished putting in his PIN into the keypad 
and scoffed. "I was just hoping for a last drinky," she shouted. "Or a 
pudding."
He spluttered. "I think we've had enough," he told her firmly and she 
adjusted her dress, straining the safety pin she had repaired her dress 
with.
"Fuckin' tightarse," she screeched and looked at him. "One drinky?"
Adam coughed and shook his head. "You've had enough," he told her and 
held out her coat. Bella snorted and stomped through the restaurant, her 
short dress riding up as she took long strides swaying into two other 
tables and nearly knocking over a drink.
Adam blushed as she snatched the coat from him and he opened the door. 
Bella slipped the moment she hit the cold air and her left leg swung out 
in front of her, throwing her against the restaurant glass and causing a 
couple in the window to jump as Bella slid down the window. Adam caught 
her before she hit the ground and she grunted in reply. "Let's get you 
home," he told her and Bella shook her head.
"Pub. Few more. Bet I can dweenk you under the table." She burped and 
Adam sighed.
"Another time," he said firmly and watched the buxom girl grab hold of 
his arm. "Where do you live? Nat said it was close to the town centre."
Bella zigzagged across the path and swung her arm out into the road. 
"That direction," she shouted across the square. "I live over there." A 
few people stopped to see the drunk girl screeching into the road and 
Adam grabbed her as she started walking in front of a double-decker bus. 
Bella stopped and Adam had to push her across the ring road, the loud 
sound of the bus's horn echoing around the historic architecture. "Fuck 
off," she shouted as Adam released his grip on her shoulder, and waved 
towards the bus making it's way down the street.
"You nearly got yourself killed," Adam moaned and she laughed.
"Hey, I know a trick," she told him and grabbed her purse from her 
handbag, extracting a bank note and putting it behind her back. Her 
hands ruffled her skirt and she brought her hands back empty. "See," she 
said and then put her hands behind her back and pulled out the five 
pounds note.
She stumbled into a low wall as they crossed the canal and Adam shook 
her head. "Ya knickers," he told her. "Ya just put it into ya knickers."
Ahh," Bella cried and slid her hands under her skirt to reveal a pair of 
black knickers which she threw into her bag. She repeated her trick and 
Adam shook his head; he wasn't sure where Bella had hidden the bank note 
but she giggled and Adam laughed at her smile. "See ya can laugh," she 
slurred and turned into a small set of maisonette-style houses.
She ran down a slight slope and Adam followed as she tripped but kept 
her footing and fell against a brown door. She looked in her handbag for 
keys but the door was opened by a teenager with long blonde hair and 
Bella looked up. "You pissed again Auntie?"
Adam hesitated; Bella hadn't mentioned a niece but what was she doing 
there? "Come in?" Bella told the hovering man. "Get your fuckin' arse in 
here. Coffee? Vodka? Beer?"
"Coffee," Adam replied and closed the door behind him; the flat smelt 
slightly musty but he walked into a small dark room where the teenager 
picked up an electronic book reader and looked at Bella.
"Alfie went to bed at seven, Dia at seven thirty. Both are fine. Not 
heard a peep out of them."
"Alfie? Dia?" Adam muttered and Bella shrugged walking into to the 
kitchen and asking him if he wanted milk or sugar.
"My cousins," the girl told him as gathered her possessions into her 
arms. "They are good kids." she said and hesitated.
"Adam."
"Lucy," she told him.
Bella returned with a cup of steaming coffee and a massive glass of pale 
yellow liquid, which looked like wine. "Alfie and Dia?" Adam asked
"Ahh well, they me kids," she told him.
"You didn't mention it," he told her and she swayed as she sat down 
before taking a big gulp. Bella turned to Lucy as she put her shoes on 
her feet.
"Yeah well, they are good kids, dya reckon they'll like Adam?"
Adam's eyes widened as she spoke and Lucy pursed her lips together and 
nodded. "They didn't like that Pete bloke."
Bella snorted. "Well they better like this boyfriend," she said firmly 
and Adam suppressed the urge to shout out; what was this girl playing 
at? They had had one meal, and one date, and even that had not gone 
well. She was being a bit premature about him being her girlfriend.
While Adam did not dislike Bella and she was certainly a curvy and 
independent woman, the thought of being a father to two kids who weren't 
his own, was something not to be undertaken lightly. It wasn't something 
he wanted to leap into and Bella seemed so certain.
Lucy looked at Adam who shrugged at her and shook his head but Bella was 
drinking the wine and did not notice.
"I better be off now," Lucy said and got up, smiling at Adam. He 
hesitated; Lucy may have looked sixteen or seventeen but she seemed a 
far more attractive proposition than his date; he wondered if it was 
really bad form to ask for someone else's phone number while on a date 
and decided that it probably was.
Bella stumbled to her feet and hugged her niece, thanking her for 
babysitting in a drunken voice and cursed when her dress slipped. "I 
better get changed," she muttered and slipped inside her bathroom.
Adam drank his coffee, looking at a picture of two toddlers on the 
television; how had he managed to get himself into the situation he 
found himself in? He had to tell Bella that they had no future; he 
simply did not find her behaviour sexy or was comfortable with her 
outrageous antics.
His musings was interrupted by Bella as she stumbled out of the 
bathroom, her bathrobe loosely hanging over her shoulders and she 
staggered back into the room. Adam glanced at her tattoo covering the 
right hand side of her slightly distended belly and she glanced down. 
"Yeah OK, I'm pregnant too," she muttered.
"Pregnant," Adam asked and she held onto the back of a chair. "After 
what you've drunk tonight?"
Bella sneered. "Oh sound like my mother," she snapped and looked at him 
putting his coat back on. "You going?"
"Yeah," Adam said. "It's late and well you've 'ad a few too many."
Bella gripped onto the chair and swayed slightly. "'ve not," she cried 
and burped loudly. "Shit, maybe." Adam glanced into her glazed eyes and 
pursed his lips together.
"Well OK, I'll see ya," he told her and she held out her arms.
"At least hug goodbye," she slurred and Adam watched her stumble across 
the room. "Thank-oo for a nize-night," she babbled as she came across 
her room and stopped, burping a few feet from him. She held out her arms 
and then belched, followed by a giant heave and a flood of vomit left 
her mouth.
Adam leapt out of the way but he was too late, his trousers were covered 
by the warm liquid being forcibly expelled from the pregnant woman. 
"Ahhh shit," he cried out loudly and Bella stared at him, mumbling an 
apology.
Adam shook his head and opened the door, running out of the flat and not 
stopping until he was at least half-a-mile away from the drunken woman. 
He could smell the putrid liquid on his legs, the warm vomit decidedly 
cold in the December air. He tried hard not to think about the puke that 
was coating his legs but it was hard not to.
A few people turned their noses up at him as he walked and ran down the 
road towards his house. The light was on when he got home and Natalie 
shouted when he closed the door. "How was it? What the hell happened to 
you?" Natalie squealed with a smirk on her face, appearing naked at the 
door to the lounge.
"What does it look like? I have never, ever been on a worse date 
before." Natalie suppressed a smile and nodded. "And that includes the 
double date with Carl."
"Not good then. You had too many?"
"Fuckin' Bella had too many," Adam spat back. "Oh, and you didn't 
mention the kids, or the pregnancy." Adam grunted and stripped off his 
shoes and trousers, putting them into a discarded plastic bag by the 
hall. "I need a shower. Oh, and please, no more dates from your friends. 
They're crazy."
* * * * *
"She forgiven then?" Sarah asked as she went to leave the room.
Adam looked at Natalie. "Yeah. Sort of. She's promised to make good on 
the date front."
Natalie cocked her head. "He is getting a date from me tomorrow at a 
restaurant." Sarah murmured with raised eyebrows but Adam didn't notice 
and Sarah left to retrieve the popcorn from the microwave in the kitchen.
"Not the Chinese restaurant. Hell I ain't going there again, I'd be banned."
Natalie burst out laughing. "You should have worked her out," she said 
with a splutter. "Nice girl, likes her booze, drinks when nervous."
"Hell, that date cost me ninety quid in the restaurant. A fiver on the 
taxi, and a new suit." Natalie sighed at his moaning and crossed her arms.
"Honestly. One date goes wrong and this is what we get."
"Well. I ain't having anything more to do with dating your friends."
Natalie sniffed. "It's Lancashire girls," she told him. "They're feckin' 
crazy."
"Yeah, well the Scottish girls aren't much better," he grumbled. Natalie 
shook her head and turned the fire on in the front room. Sarah joined 
them with two big bags of microwave popcorn on a serving tray. "Sweet 
for you two," she said passing the bag to Natalie and Adam curled up on 
the sofa. Natalie swore as she took the bag. "Ahh yeah, they are hot," 
she warned needlessly. "They've just come from the microwave."
Sarah threw herself into the chair, bouncing a little as the springs 
adjusted to her slim body and she picked up the wine from the floor, 
topping her glass up. Tabitha, sat on the other chair took a handful of 
"butter" popcorn and looked at her partner. "Should you be drinking?"
"Yeah, it's fine," Sarah said dismissively."
"It's just that you had a bit at Christmas, and a bit more yesterday. 
And New Year is coming. Give ya body a rest," Tabitha calmly told Sarah 
who shrugged off her concern.
"What are we watching?" Natalie asked. "It's not My Summer Of Love again?"
"My Summer of Love?" Adam asked. "Doesn't sound too bad. Does it have, 
ya know, in it?"
Natalie chortled at her house mate who she was leaning against and 
snorted. "Sex scenes. The odd one. It's about a lesbian and then an 
incestuous triangle."
"It's not," Sarah cried out. "That's a very short-sighted look at what 
is an excellent film."
"I get it," Adam said with a grin. "It's a film for muff munchers."
Sarah punched him on the arm. "Will you stop calling me that. I am not a 
muff muncher." She turned to Natalie and took a deep breath. "We are 
watching Cashback. I was recommended it by a guy at school. A guy on 
teaching training who said I would enjoy it."
She passed Natalie the box and Adam whistled at the front cover 
containing a near-naked woman. "Looks good," he replied and then cocked 
his head. "Romantic comedy. Oh man," he called out and Natalie moved her 
hand on the other side of her flanks to where Adam's pubis bone was 
underneath her and pinched the skin.
"Stop moanin'," she told him and watched as Tabitha flicked the 
television into life with the remote control and the film started. Adam 
couldn't object to all of it there were many scenes of nudity and 
nakedness but the film contained little swearing, no violence and, as he 
could make out, was a rambling plot that was too subtle for his tastes.
Adam did however, have the naked and curvy Natalie lying on top of him 
and his hand over her shoulder had rested on her bosom, which she didn't 
object to and buried her head into his chest as she settled to get 
comfortable.
Natalie sighed as the film tailed off into the credits. "That was 
amazing," she cried.
"Were we watching the same film?" Adam asked and Natalie dug her 
shoulder into his crotch as she got up causing him to exclaim loudly.
"Sorry," she muttered and she looked over at Sarah pouring the last of 
the wine into her glass. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes, you just put all your piggin' weight on my wedding tackle. Of 
course, it bloody hurts." Natalie shook her head and looked down at him.
"Do you need me to kiss it better?" Natalie asked with a grin. Adam 
gulped and nodded.
"Yeah. That'll be cool," he muttered and Natalie reached down to kiss 
the top of his erect cock. He groaned as she did and Natalie looked at 
him out of the corner of his eye.
She swirled her tongue around the glans and he pushed himself into the 
springy mattress as Natalie withdrew to a grunt of annoyance from the 
young man. "Oi," he cried.
"What?" Natalie asked and he looked at her. "I said a kiss."
"Yeah, but ..." Adam's protestations faded and he looked at her. "It 
still hurts, it needs more kissing."
"I think he wants a blow-job," Sarah said, stating the obvious.
"Then he should bloody ask for one," Natalie muttered getting up from 
the sofa and picking up the empty popcorn bag.
"Natalie," Adam asked with a smirk. "Can I have a blow-job?"
Natalie snorted. "Not a fucking chance," she replied. "I don't do 
blow-jobs. For anyone."
Adam pushed himself into the chair and Sarah giggled. "Do you want to 
watch that lesbian DVD we got you?" Adam grunted and Sarah staggered to 
her feet. "Alone?"
Adam watched Sarah drunkenly totter out of the room and Tabitha adjusted 
herself before hauling her pregnant body to her feet. "She's had too 
much," she muttered. "Good night, Adam."
"Yeah," Adam responded dreamily. "Night."
* * * * *
"Quit? Already," Adam gave a wry grin. "So Diane fecked off."
"Yeah. But don't worry, I got a new bird to do it. And she has tits like 
Jordan and she's well sharp. She'll have our regulars wrapped around 'er 
little finger."
"Yeah Dad, is this a brothel or a garage?"
"Hey, ya get serviced either way," Danny called out from the other side 
of the rusty van.
"I heard you are very experienced on that." Danny spluttered and Adam 
looked at his father who had returned to the vehicle. "Anyway, cheers 
Dad. I'll catch you in the near year."
"Yeah, sure," he replied, gesturing at his son and glancing down at the 
bottle of Irish Whiskey he had left behind a present from a supplier to 
the workshop supervisor that was not going to be enjoyed by the young 
man. "Have a good night."
"Will do," came the response as he disappeared around the corner and 
towards the restaurant.
"I thought I was going to be stood up again," Natalie cooed and he shook 
his head.
"How could I stand ya up?"
Natalie raised her eyebrows at him and he opened the door for her. 
"Table for two. Name of Hodson," he told the waiter and he scanned the page.
"Sorry sir, when did you make the booking."
He turned to Natalie who was grinning at him. "Try Porter, Natalie 
Porter," she told the waiter and turned to Adam. "What you thought I 
would make it under your name?"
Adam shook his head and took Natalie's coat, hanging it up on the 
coat-stand before being shown to the small two person table in the 
corner of the restaurant next to a small open fire.
Natalie grinned as he sat down and she picked up the menu, scanning it 
for a few moments and then looking at him. "I know what I want."
"That was quick," he replied instantly and idly glanced down the A4 
card. Natalie didn't answer but got up telling her date that she was 
going to the toilet and left him alone for a few moments. When she 
returned, she ordered the biggest steak on the menu along with Adam and 
he grinned at her. "Does it show that we are carnivores living with 
vegetarians?"
Natalie laughed and waited for the waiter to leave. She looked at him 
and gulped. "So, tell me, what's ya life story? I know nothing about you?"
"Yeah and I know nothing about you too, 'cept you work as a manager in a 
coach company."
"Assistant Manager," Natalie corrected him and then raised her eyebrows. 
"You first."
Adam hummed. "At school, then college, left to go work in a factory and 
been there ever since. What else's there to tell. Used to work in my 
Dad's garage, still do sometimes."
"What's the thing with Carl."
"Ahh Carl. Yeah well Carl was in my school year and we're friends. He 
was, umm, well he was screwing my sister recently."
"Christ," Natalie muttered. "Proper little scrote."
"Nah, she's just lonely at times, and, well, she knows Carl."
"And you're still friends with him after taking advantage of ya sister?"
Adam snorted. "I reckon Ivy took advantage of him as well ya know. She's 
no angel."
Natalie shook her head and looked at him. "What about the other guy, um, 
Jamie?"
"Jamie was on the same football team as my brother and 'e was injured so 
spent a lot of time on the sidelines and we'd chat."
Natalie smirked. "No friends from work?"
"A few, but it stays at work really. A couple of guys left, moved to 
Australia and " Adam trailed off as the waiter arrived with their 
drinks. "You?"
"I go to massage classes with a girl called Ruby, she works part-time on 
the coaches as a cleaner. But other than that, I dain't want to do to 
too much with 'em as I'm a manager and it blurs responsibility and 
impairs judgement."
Adam laughed but Natalie was serious and sipped her wine. "What about 
you? You're Scottish I get that bit."
"There's nothing," she said tersely. "Nothing to tell."
"There must be, you heard my life, what 'bout yours?"
Natalie sniffed and looked up at the ceiling before taking a deep gulp 
of her wine. "I was born in a town, now infamous," she told him. "Dunblane."
"Dunblane?" Adam asked. "Oh the shooting at the er primary school. But 
that was "
"When I was eight," Natalie finished for him. "I had just turned eight." 
Adam put his hands together and rested his chin on his fingers, 
listening to the girl, who was staring into the condiments. "We saw him. 
The monster, he was scary. We heard the shots - in the gym and in the 
playground. We saw ..."
Her voice trailed off and she rubbed her eyes with the ball of her hand, 
sighing as she did. "You mean, it was your school."
Natalie nodded and bit the nail on her thumb. "Yeah, it was my school. 
It was our street and people I know died. Kids died. We saw them, I saw 
a community my community torn apart." She took a deep breath and looked 
up from the salt cellar. "I don't tell many people," she admitted. "It's 
not something I want to talk about."
"But "
"But it's why I hate guns. Really hate guns. Especially in the hands of 
nutters," she said forcefully. "Cos I've seen what happens. It's 
devastating and a lot of people's lives were fucked as a result of what 
that monster did. Dangerous people shouldn't have guns."
Adam waited for Natalie to continue, but she just stared at the salt and 
remained silent. "But Carl "
"He is Adam. Really, he is." She slowly shook her head and looked up at 
him. "It's pent-up anger, eventually it has to come out. Look at him, 
you said yourself. He is always got a grudge against someone."
Adam sighed and took Natalie's hands in his own. "I know, but "
"No buts, Adam. I've seen what happens. And the guy in Cumbria. And 
Hungerford. And all sorts. It starts with someone thinking the world is 
skewed against them. The world is unfair, they are being targeted. And 
it spirals out of control. You do see that?"
Adam twisted his face and nodded. "Yeah, I can see Carl is a bit 
excitable at times, ya know." He shrugged and took a sip of his wine 
before returning his hand to Natalie's. "We all do, but he's harmless, 
he thinks he is doing right."
"And you agree?" Natalie asked withdrawing her hands.
Adam sighed. "I s'pose I don't. Or maybe I did, and I've just seen 
things differently now. Five years ago, I might have agreed with him on 
so many things. Now, we barely agree on the football. But that doesn't 
make him wrong or me right."
Natalie's eyes narrowed. "He is wrong."
Adam shrugged. "I'm sure there are parts of the country where certain 
people do get shafted. And I bet sometimes the Muslim or the Black or 
the whatever community gets a better deal. But, ya know, I just think he 
goes over the top."
"Well that's the point," Natalie said triumphantly. "He goes over the 
top. He isn't harmless, he's dangerous." Adam shook his head and Natalie 
sighed. "I don't want to tell you who you should be friends with, but 
Carl he's he's not right in the head, baby. He needs help."
Adam sniffed. "He's just a bit BNP-like. You are on the other side I've 
seen you with the Guardian."
Natalie shook her head. "It's a far better paper than the shit you 
read." She waited for the inevitable protestations and cleared her 
throat. "The Express," Natalie said calmly. "They did a hatchet job on 
the Dunblane survivors when they got to eighteen. Said they were party 
animals and posted stuff from social networks. They humiliated people 
who, when they were mere bairns, watched their classmates murdered in 
cold blood. So no, I don't like the Express."
"Oh," Adam replied tersely. "Sorry," he muttered and she stroked the 
back of his hands. "Didn't know."
Natalie looked up and smiled at him. "How did we get onto this," she 
asked. "It's not something I want to talk about."
"No," Adam muttered and looked at her. "So how's work?"
"Shit," Natalie replied and shrugged. "We got people leaving and they 
ain't being replaced. How the hell am I supposed to run dozens of 
coaches if I ain't got the staff? Bloody ridiculous."
Adam sighed and she shrugged. "We could talk about football?"
"I hate football," Natalie replied with a snort. "What do we have in 
common?"
"Nudism," he told her. "We both practice that."
Natalie smiled. "You only do it under duress."
"Well," Adam muttered. "I have sort of got to like it. It's fun." 
Natalie spluttered and she looked up at him.
"Only 'cause you get to look at naked women?"
Adam shrugged. "Isn't that, what is called in the trade, a fucking 
advantage?" Natalie laughed and bit her lip, smiling at her date. "You 
know what I really want to do," Adam told her. "Is after our meal go up 
the local. You don't need a ticket if you are getting in 'fore ten. Have 
a few drinks and see the New Year in with ya."
She sniffed. "Ya tellin' me that getting pissed is the only way we can 
spend time with each other?"
Adam sighed. "No. But I want to see you pissed," he said smiling at her 
with a grin. "I think you'll be funny."
* * * * *
Liam squawked as he was pulled back by Sarah and she pushed him up 
against a brick wall in the pub. "What the 'ell are you doing here?"
"Olivia and me, just a quiet drink," Liam replied and shifted.
"On New Year's Eve," Sarah thundered and crossed her arms, staring at 
her brother. "How dya get served?"
Liam bit his lip and shifted on the spot. "Well, ya know."
"No, I don't know."
"It's well I look eighteen."
"You don't," Sarah said and she waited for her brother to protest. "You 
got ID'd going into a 12A at the cinema last year."
Liam sighed and shrugged. "Well I look eighteen now. It must be Olivia's 
influence."
Sarah shook her head and hauled him back as he tried to leave. "Tell me."
He sighed. "OK. You are not to tell Mum and Dad."
"I'll be the judge of that," Sarah said firmly and he grunted.
"Oh come on, don't tell me you didn't sneak off for a crafty drink 
before you hit eighteen?"
Sarah begrudgingly agreed with him and he took out a student identity 
card. "Giving 'em away at the Uni in Freshers Week. All I needed was a 
photo which was easy and there you go."
"You dishonest, fraudulent " Sarah spat back as she looked at the ID 
card containing the photograph of her brother claiming he was a first 
year student at the University. "You "
"Clever, huh? It was Olivia's idea."
"Clever? This is fraud," Sarah told him. "You could do time for it, you 
stupid boy."
"Time? Prison? Don't be ridiculous," Liam muttered and snatched the card 
back.
"You two, go home," Sarah told him and Liam shook his head.
"What's up honey-bun," Liam's beau cried as she came up to him. "Oh 
hello Sarah, how's work?"
"You two shouldn't be here you are sixteen and you are seventeen," she 
replied, and pointed to them both in turn. "Go home before I tell the 
publican and he chucks you out."
"Oh Sarah," Liam snapped, annoyed at his sister and scowling. "Just let 
us have a few."
Sarah shook her head. "Can't you do what normal sixteen year olds do?"
"What, get drunk in the park and graffiti on the play equipment?" Olivia 
quipped. "We just came in for a couple of drinks, enjoy the live band 
and go to my place after midnight."
"Midnight?"
"Yeah, my Mum's out and my Dad's in London. His teenage mistress is at 
home from College," she snapped.
"Yeah, and at least if we stay we are drinking responsibly," Liam added. 
"Cause the barman ain't gonna like it if we get too pissed, is he?"
Sarah shook her head and sighed; as much as it pained her, her brother 
was right. If they stayed then she could keep an eye on them, but there 
was something about her brother that didn't look right. He looked 
fidgety and anxious.
"No," she said. "Go home."
Olivia sighed. "OK, come on then," she muttered to Liam. "I'll get the 
guys from dancing and football 'round," she said looking at Sarah. 
"We've got plenty of booze in the cupboard. We can have a drunken orgy."
Sarah shook her head and watched as her brother left, holding hands, 
with his girlfriend and idled off down the road towards her house. She 
turned back and went to the bar. "Two triples," she ordered, passing a 
twenty-pound note to the barmaid. "Vodka with a dash of Coke."
Sarah went and sat back in the chair with her friends. "I'm gonna kill 
my brother one day," she muttered and downed the first one without even 
pausing for breath.

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