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Subject: {ASSM} The Au Naturel Girls 3/4 (MF, nud, viol, minimal sex)
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Chapter XI
"I can't believe you talked me into this," Natalie cried as she downed a 
single vodka shot. "I could've been at home, being middle-aged. I'm 23 
not 18."
Adam laughed and took his vodka downing it and turning his shot glass 
upside down. "What dya fancy next?"
Natalie looked up and down her set of glasses and picked the blended 
whisky which Adam matched from his set, they clinked it together and 
downed them.
Natalie coughed, looking at him and tilting her head back up towards the 
ceiling. "Ah fuck," she cried.
"Tequila," Adam suggested pointing to the end shot in his row of five 
drinks and Natalie shook her head.
"Give me minute," she begged and took deep breaths, tapping the table.
Adam smirked. "You know the rules," he teased. Natalie sighed and 
grunted picking the tequila and downing it. They proceeded to drink all 
five of the spirits followed by a jug of cocktail and Natalie was 
alternating between spinning around, falling into people and chatting 
loudly with Adam.
They spilled out of the pub at two in the morning, Natalie falling into 
the road, and Adam had to grab her. She smiled at him, knocking her head 
to one side. "You saved me," she shouted playfully and gripped Adam's 
hand, zigzagging down the road towards their house.
"Your drunk," Adam told the inebriated girl and Natalie shook her head.
"I'm not," she started and then burped. "OK, 'es I am." She giggled and 
jumped over a puddle, landing in it and soaking the bottom of her trousers.
"You are so pissed," Adam said with a grin. "You are gonna have such a 
hangover tomorr-a."
Natalie tutted in annoyance and pulled Adam around a corner into their 
road. "This way silly," she tutted and Adam shook his head.
"Was going to cross," he told her and Natalie skipped into the side 
street to reach the other pavement. "Has anyone ever told you that you 
are crazy?" he told her and Natalie nodded, pulling out keys and 
throwing them up the air. They missed the drain by inches and Adam shook 
his head, allowing the drunken girl to unlock the front door and fall 
into the house.
"Get your clothes off," she told him before she had even closed the door 
and Adam smiled, kicking off his trainers.
"Not the first drunken girl to have told me that," he teased and Natalie 
looked at him, unbuttoning his shirt. "Easy tiger," he muttered but 
Natalie shook her head and leant in to kiss him, pushing him back 
against the wall. She was panting, her hands, frantically playing with 
his belt as their tongues explored each other's mouth and she felt 
Adam's cold hands reach the waistband of her jeans, sliding them down 
with her underwear caught inside his thumbs.
"Fuck this," she muttered and kicked off her jeans, dragging the naked 
man up the stairs by the hand.
"Nat," he muttered, but there was no response from the curvy Scottish 
girl as she unlocked her bedroom door and threw off her top, followed by 
her bra.
Adam hesitated and she kissed him again, allowing his hands to wander 
over her flanks and her smooth rear. She reached around to touch his 
arse, pulling him towards her and then slipped her hand between them to 
stroke his cock. He sighed, and she broke the kiss, looking into his 
eyes with a smile.
"Come here," she breathed passionately, throwing him onto her double bed 
with purple bedding and climbed on top of him, eagerly wrapping her lips 
around his member, and presenting her moist opening to Adam. Natalie 
purred as his lips touched hers, his tongue sliding down her slickness. 
Natalie groaned in heavenly appreciation and ran her tongue along the 
tip of Adam's glans.
He grunted, his body tensing up and she slid a finger into her mouth and 
then traced the wet digit down his cock and past his testicles, pressing 
against his perineum. She felt Adam's legs tense and quiver as her mouth 
sucked on the head of his cock, swishing the very tip with her tongue 
and massaging the glans with her lips.
He inhaled sharply as her mouth danced over his sensitive organ and 
grunted, but Natalie pressed her own loins back into his face, demanding 
that he resume his own oral duties. Adam flicked her clitoris with his 
tongue, feeling the Scottish girl's thighs quiver against his ears, and 
her pressing his face into her mattress.
He gasped for air, sucking in her musky scent and slid his tongue along 
her crevice, poking at her hole before sucking on her pearl again.
She grunted, moving her hair out of the way as she slid down his shaft 
with her mouth, rolling her tongue around his manhood as she slid up and 
down. She could feel an intense build up of excitement in her loins, 
crying out as Adam lapped at her button.
She squealed, her muscles shaking and her body trembling as it neared 
release. She gasped, took a deep breath and cried out, the sounds of 
orgasm  echoing in the room.
She slouched forward, Adam's erect cock lying underneath her chin, as 
she bucked and rocked back, forcing Adam's tongue further into her hole, 
and across her perineum.
She gasped in delight as his tongue flicked her bud, gripping the duvet 
and nasally grunting into Adam's thighs. "Ah shit, ahh  yeah, ahh  "
She trailed off, her voice being replaced by higher pitched grunting and 
squealing as Adam flicked her anus and she drove her loins into his 
face, so his tongue went back to her clitoris. Adam wrapped his arms 
around her thighs and steadied her frantic motions before sucking on her 
pearl.
He moved his hands and took her breasts in his hands, squeezing them 
gently and rubbing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Natalie 
exploded into passionate, animal-like cries, banging the bed in lust and 
gripping the head of her partner between the thighs. "Ahhh shit," she 
yelled and tensed her entire body, as she held her breath; the powerful 
climax cascading through her body.
She squealed loudly, gasping for air and slouched forward, resting for a 
moment. She put her hand between her legs to stop Adam lavishing more 
attention on her hypersensitive genitals and took deep breaths.
Adam waited for her to turn around and she kneeled on the bed, looking 
around to see him. "Ya got a condom?"
Adam nodded and reached for his keys but Natalie shook her head and 
reached into her drawer, selecting a brightly coloured packet and ripped 
it open, twisting her body so she could press the teat and slide it down 
Adam's appendage. He looked into her eyes, and she smiled at him, 
blowing him a kiss, before twisting her body back into the "doggy" 
position and guiding Adam into her waiting orifice.
Adam sighed. "Oh Nat," he cried as he gently pushed in, causing her to 
gasp. She tilted her body downwards and groaned loudly as Adam's gentle 
thrusting rubbed alongside her vaginal wall. Natalie slid a hand along 
the bed and touched her clitoris, rubbing it in circles as Adam began to 
build up a rhythm, taking long, drawn out strokes into the Scottish girl 
and gripping the top of her thighs to leverage his cock deep into her.
Natalie was hollering and crying out, her body being pounded by Adam, 
gleefully ramming his sheathed cock into her. Natalie was seeing stars, 
her body delirious with the first sex she had had for over two months 
and panted desperately as her breathing became ragged.
She felt Adam's fingers grip on the top of her thighs and his cock 
twitch inside of her, filling the condom and he groaned loudly as his 
thrusting slowed to a gentle pace. Natalie closed her eyes, savouring 
the last sparks of lustful energy from her loins and sighed in satisfaction.
They remained attached for a few moments until Natalie slid forward and 
grabbed some tissues, kissing the mouth of her partner and rubbing his 
chest hair. She put the tissues in his hand giggling and blew him a 
kiss.  She got down from the bed and walked over to the door.
"Where you going?" Adam asked.
"Toilet," she replied with a smirk and returned a few moments later to 
see the used condom in her bin and Adam hesitating. "Get into bed," she 
told him firmly and opened the duvet for him to climb in and curled her 
hand over his body.
"Natalie," he whispered.
"What?"
"That was great," he told her. "You were great."
Natalie giggled and squeezed Adam a bit tighter, before gently drifting 
off to sleep.
It took the light streaming in through the crack in her curtains to wake 
her, and she rubbed his eyes, looking over at her partner in her bed. 
"Oh shit," she cried as she squeezed the furrowed brow on her forehead.
Adam stirred and opened his eyes, squawking as he rubbed his eyes. "Ahh 
shit," he mumbled. "Did we, ya know?"
Natalie looked over at the door and squinted as her eyes adjusted to the 
pathetic January light that streamed through the gap in her curtains. 
She focused around the bin and saw a condom draped over the side of the 
plastic bucket. She threw her head back onto the pillow and closed her 
eyes. "Fuck. We did."
Adam groaned as he moved his legs and then stretched his muscles. 
"Christ," he muttered and put his hands over his warm partner. "Well I 
think it was nice."
Natalie removed his hand from her waist and brushed against his erect 
cock. He sighed and she pulled the covers from her body and stumbled out 
of her bed, grabbing hold of an abandoned T-Shirt and scrambling to her 
feet. Adam sighed and pushed himself into the bed.
Natalie gripped hold of the banister rail as she went down the stairs to 
use the toilet and then fell into the lounge at the bottom of the 
stairs. "Sarah's pissed as well," Tabitha muttered as Natalie threw 
herself into the sofa.
"I'she?" Natalie mumbled. "Twas New Year."
Tabitha snarled and got up, offering the hungover Scottish girl a glass 
of water which was gratefully accepted. Tabitha returned from the 
kitchen with two tablets and a pint of water which Natalie gratefully 
took. "You heard us?" Natalie asked and Tabitha smiled. "Was blind 
drunk," the hungover girl muttered as she swallowed the two tablets.
"What about the rest of your senses?" Tabitha asked with a grin and 
Natalie groaned rubbing her eyes.
"Yeah, I know. You know I get horny when I get smashed."
Tabitha snorted. "So does Sarah. But she can't be getting that pissed 
when she is a mother." Tabitha rubbed her belly and looked at Natalie. 
"We are pregnant and she forgets that."
Natalie pursed her lips together and nodded. "Maybe. Twas New Year though."
Tabitha sighed. "Well I was tee-total all night," she told her. "I was 
at my friend's house and I was fine. She's just being irresponsible. It 
has to stop."
Natalie rubbed her eyes as she sat sipping the water. "I feel so shit. I 
have so fucked things up. I can't believe what I did last night."
"With Adam?"
Natalie nodded. "I don't want to be sleeping with him," she admitted. 
"It will just fuck everything up."
* * * * *
"This 'as to stop," Tabitha shouted at her partner. "You can't keep 
getting pissed every night. We are having a baby."
Sarah sighed as she woke. "Oh Tabs, please, stop it."
Tabitha put a glass of water down on her bedside table and shook her 
head. "I mean it." Sarah groaned as she sat up and rubbed her forehead. 
"Hangover?"
Sarah blinked and nodded. "A bit."
"I ain't bringing a baby up in a house with a drunk," Tabitha spat and 
crossed her arms over her breasts. "And to come in at 3am and begging 
for sex."
Sarah grunted and took a sip of the ice-cold water. "What?" She murmured 
and Tabitha wiped her eyes.
"You came into my room at 3am in the morning and started mouthing off. 
'You're horny, you want it.' Woke me up, woke the baby up. How selfish 
can you be?"
Sarah sniffed and took another gulp of the water; her throat was like 
sandpaper. "Ahh   sorry."
Tabitha sat down on the bed and looked at her partner. "What happened?"
Sarah shrugged. "It was New Year," Sarah muttered. "And I just had a few 
too many."
Tabitha looked at the dirty clothes on the floor, and shook her head. 
"Vomit stains?"
"Ahh yeah, well when I hit the fresh air, it just all came up," she 
explained, still speaking in a quiet, croaky voice.
"Sarah, you have responsibilities now. Please promise me you ain't gonna 
be getting pissed every night when we have the baby," the black girl 
implored of her partner. "You know I hate alcohol."
Sarah rubbed her eyes. "I told ya. I ain't gonna be like ya father. I 
like a few but I don't get drunk every night." Tabitha sniffed and held 
Sarah's hand. "And I have never hit you," she added and Tabitha nodded.
Tabitha ran her hands through Sarah's hair. "Yeah, but don't forget your 
new responsibilities."
Sarah sighed. "And what about yours," she said quickly and closed her 
eyes as Tabitha's eyes sparkled.
"What about mine?"
"Nothing," Sarah murmured.
"No, spit it out."
Sarah took a deep breath. "What about the father? He has a right to know."
There was a deathly silence and Tabitha shook her head. "We agreed," she 
cried out and held Sarah's hand tightly. "We agreed not to tell him."
"Well I think we should," Sarah admitted and then winced as she felt her 
forehead. "I really think we should."
Tabitha looked down at her swollen belly and wiped a tear from her 
cheek. "No. I dain't want anyone involved," she said firmly and sat back 
against the wall. "He might get the authorities involved and I'm not 
going through Social Services again. Not after what my Ma went through."
Sarah took another gulp of water. "Right, if that's what you want," 
Sarah quietly mumbled. "But I think you are wrong." Tabitha didn't wait 
to hear anything else and slammed the door behind her.
* * * * *
"I get it," Adam muttered with an exasperated tone.
"Well as long as you do," Natalie replied firmly. "I mean I like you. A 
bit. Well quite a bit now you're not being a total prick but I ain't 
wanting a serious relationship, I said that."
"I didn't say I wanted a serious relationship," he snapped and exhaled 
deeply as he shook his head. "I get it. I wasn't asking you out, I just 
asking if you wanted to go for lunch."
"Yeah, and I ain't wanting to sleep with you."
"I didn't say you did."
"Yeah 'cause it was a silly mistake."
"You said pleasurable aberration earlier," Adam teased and watch 
Natalie's face drop. "It doesn't matter, I'm sure I ain't your first one 
night stand, and I won't be ya last. I'm not gonna fall deeply in love 
with ya over one night."
Natalie scowled at Adam as his attempts to placate her made tactless 
suggestions. "Good," she added tersely. "'Cause I dain't sleep with 
people I live with."
Adam snorted. "You'd make a shit wife then," he joked and rubbed his 
hands together. "Ya fancy that lunch then, now we're cool."
The naked Natalie shook her head. "Sorry, I can't. I still feel shit, 
and to be honest, I can't afford it." Adam looked at her and she 
shrugged. "I've just had Christmas and last night. I'm not made of money."
"On me?"
Natalie gulped. "No," she said firmly. "Not after last night. I ain't 
havin' ya takin' me out after last night."
"Why?"
"Because, no," Natalie snapped and Adam shrugged.
"OK, I'll go out on my bike then," he told her sharply and snatched at 
his empty cup on the side. Sarah watched as Adam strode out of the room 
and turned to her Scottish friend, rubbing her forehead.
"Not your type?"
Natalie took a deep breath and exhaled. "Oh I don't know. I don't think 
so. Not with friends like Carl," she said, leaning back.
Sarah snorted, looking up from her laptop. "Whatever he says, I thinks 
he likes ya."
"Feckin' hope not. Why da say that?"
"Something he said at Christmas," Sarah told her. "He was speaking about 
you to his family on Christmas Day."
"Yeah, that proves nothing," Natalie replied and Sarah shrugged.
"If ya say so."
* * * * *
Sarah knocked stoutly on the bedroom door of Natalie and shouted through 
it. "Uncle Si is coming round," she cried and scooted off downstairs.
Adam grunted, vaguely overhearing the excited shrill of his house mate 
and stretched out in his bed, yawning. It was late in the morning, but 
it was still a holiday and he no intention of using up his last day of 
holiday in getting up early.
He turned over again and buried his face into his pillow but it was no 
good, he was awake and nothing he could do could stop his body from 
feeling not tired enough to sleep.
Adam could feel his morning erection pressing against the firm mattress 
and adjusted his body to get more comfortable but he sighed and got out 
of bed; he needed a wee anyway.
He grabbed the book on the side, an erotic thriller Sarah had leant him 
and opened his bedroom door, walking down the stairs to the bathroom. 
Adam shut the door and leant against the cool tiled wall. "Dead puppies, 
dead puppies, dead puppies, dead puppies," he muttered and looked at his 
erection. "Ah come on! What do you want from me? Ann Widdecombe naked on 
a cold day." He closed his eyes and tried to visualise it before 
eventually giving up and lying "Superman" across the white toilet, his 
hands holding onto the pink wall and his feet lying on the edge of the bath.
"I fuckin' hate you at times," Adam moaned to his penis as he opened the 
bathroom door and sauntered downstairs.
"Adam," a female voice called from the lounge. "D'ya hear me earlier?"
Adam opened the door and stepped in. "Yeah, I 'eard ya, it's eleven o' 
clock. Who ..."
Adam was interrupted by a loud shriek from his right and he turned to 
see a middle-aged couple, along with a little girl and a clothed Sarah. 
They were all wearing clothes. He swore and his hands shot to his 
crotch. "Ahh, sorry."
The girl cocked her head to look at the cover of the book. "Mummy, why 
is his willy standing up?" The young girl asked and Adam went red.
"I'll go get dressed," he muttered and shut the door.
"Sorry, he's a nudist," Sarah explained as Adam took deep breaths. 
"We're used to him but sometimes he forgets when we have guests 'round. 
I'll just go check he's OK."
Sarah opened the door and cocked her head to one side, looking at the 
naked man, holding his head in his hands. "Wish you'd have warned me," 
he hissed and Sarah burst into silent laughter.
"Oh, Adam, you've just scared the religious branch of the family," she 
whispered. "And I did warn you. But what did you think of covering 
yourself with that." She pointed at the book and Adam glanced at the 
cover   a naked woman holding a whip   and she giggled. "And what makes 
you think I wanted to see you in all your glory?"
Adam looked down at his, now deflated, manhood and sighed. "Could have 
done with you five minutes ago," he said wistfully and grabbed his 
dressing gown. "I'm going out on my bike."
Adam hurried up the stairs and quickly got dressed in his motorcycle 
leathers, leaving the madhouse he called home behind for a few hours and 
drove up to Windermere.
The Lake District was shut; it was the close season, but Adam loved 
sitting by the lake and looking out over the peaceful water, watching 
the wildlife and the odd boat.
It was cold, and he had a journey of an hour to get back   with ice-cold 
air being blown in his face as his bike hit 80mph on the motorway, but 
there was a sense of adventure and freedom, as well as a big adrenaline 
rush, every time he used his bike. It was the ultimate escapism: genuine 
escape from his troubles.
It was tea-time before Adam arrived back at the house and he tentatively 
opened the back door. Sarah coughed from behind the kitchen worktops and 
Adam jumped. "Just filling up the washer," she told him. "And yes they 
have gone."
"Ahh right, yes," Adam muttered and she grabbed her cup of tea. "You 
being naked and all."
"Yes, and they have come from my parents, stayed the night there on 
their way back to Berwick."
"Right."
"So they ain't gonna tell my parents and it ain't gonna get back to yours."
"Oh, wasn't bothered if   well you know."
Sarah shook her head and sauntered into the lounge as Adam took off his 
motorcycle boots. "Look Sarah, I'm sorry," Adam muttered as he caught up 
with her in the living room. "I didn't mean to, I didn't know."
Sarah looked at Natalie with a smirk. "He's sorry, frightening my poor 
relatives," she teased. "Well you can say your sorry," Sarah replied 
with a cheeky look upon her face. "By doing some marking for me."
"Marking?" Adam asked and Sarah sat down in "her" chair.
"Yeah," Sarah muttered. "Well I set the homework to be in before 
Christmas and they did it all. I reckon I should have it marked and it 
is new term tomorrow."
"And you haven't done it?" Adam enquired and Natalie looked round at her.
"No. So I was thinking Nat can you do the science, Adam the Maths and 
I'll do the English. They are ..."
"Why can't I do the Maths?" Natalie asked and Sarah looked at her 
incredulously.
"If you really want to," Sarah replied. "But I thought that ..."
"I got a First in my Maths degree," Natalie finished for her. "I guess 
that should count for something."
"Oh yeah," Sarah cried. "I sort of forgot that."
Natalie picked up a stack of papers and Sarah passed her a "marking 
scheme," which was more the correct answers scribbled on the back of a 
letter from her bank. "And after this we can watch the film?"
"Yeah. It's all about a man who goes around flashing himself," Sarah 
said peering at a DVD box. "Oh, and his name is Adam Hodson. And would 
you believe it, it's a documentary."
* * * * *
"Watch shit?" Adam asked incredulously. "You don't know the fucking 'alf 
of it. Soaps 'alf the night, never get to go on my chuffin' games. And 
the films. We had St Trinians on the other night."
"I've seen that," James muttered. "Not too bad, but girls in school 
uniforms, very nice."
Adam and Carl glared at him. "Just when did you become a woman?" Carl 
spat. "Liking St Trinians? You'll be liking Dirty Dancing or shit like 
that soon."
Adam passed his two friends a bottle of beer each in the small lounge 
and walked over to the bookshelf. "I have one here that they made me 
watch on Christmas Day, where is it?"
James took a huge swig of the beer and picked up a crisp from the side. 
"What is it?"
"Cashback," Adam said proudly and passed Carl a DVD case with a naked 
woman on the front.
"Doesn't look too bad," Jamie muttered and Adam glared at him.
"It's essentially a love story with nudity," Adam told them. "About a 
guy who can stop time and it's fuckin' student shit. No guns, no 
weapons. Nothing. Bit of nudity and that's it."
Carl passed it to James who read the back. "It doesn't sound too bad," 
he replied and Adam snatched it from him and opened the box.
"It's empty. They've left it in," he muttered and fired up the DVD 
player. "I'm just going for a slash, I'll show you five minutes of it 
'fore the footy. It's slushy as fuck," Adam moaned and left the room to 
pass some of his four bottles of export lager.
He was expecting to see the title screen or the anti-piracy labels when 
he returned but saw Carl and James glued to the screen, staring intently 
at the television. "What the   What's this?"
"It's what you put on," James replied and Adam squinted. There was a 
double bed in the middle of a bedroom with a creased duvet and Adam 
shook his head. "It's just come on, but it's home made or amateur porn I 
reckon," James added rhetorically.
"Well, I don't know," Adam told them and went to turn it off to howls of 
protest from his guests. He sighed, grabbed his beer; he didn't 
recognise the room on the video and guessed one of his house-mates had 
been watching it and forgot to eject it.
He wondered who it was: all three of them could be porn lovers at heart 
but he didn't know who he thought it was most likely to be. "Is anything 
gonna happen?" James moaned and Adam shook his attention back to the 
screen and the wobbly camera.
A shadow emerged onto the screen and the naked legs of a large black 
woman appeared walking towards the bed.
"It's Tabitha," Adam cried and looked at Carl smiling. "It's Tabitha   
and fuckin' hell. Sarah."
"What the fuck 'as the bitch got 'tween her legs?"
"It's a strap-on," Carl told her. "It's what dykes use." He turned to 
Adam. "You dain't tell me you were shacked up with some dykes."
Adam took a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah, well, I dain't think ya 
wanted to know."
"Fuck," James cried as the naked Sarah kissed Tabitha   who was clearly 
pregnant but with her belly considerably less pronounced than it was 
currently. She moved down the black girl, kissing her neck and then 
taking the engorged nipples between her lips and sucking gently.
"Is she gonna fuck that nigger or what?" Carl cried and told Adam to 
"fast forward to the heavy shit."
Adam shook his head; he was having issues with his friends watching the 
home made lesbian pornography of two of his house mates, and while he 
didn't put it on deliberately the continued broadcast of it would be 
seen as an intrusion by the two girls concerned.
"I'm not sure we should be watching this," Adam told them and Carl scoffed.
"Shut fuck up. I wanna see that stuck up cow get shafted by that thing."
Adam shook his head. "I don't think that  "
"No you fuckin' don't do you?" Carl spat aggressively. "Those bitches 
are out and they left the DVD out for us to watch. Why else do you 
fuckin' think that it's been left in the player? Those whores want us to 
watch."
"And look at the size of that thing?" James muttered as the rubber dong 
bounced around underneath Sarah as she moved her hips sucking on the 
nipple of her pregnant lover.
Adam took a gulp of his beer; no matter what Carl said there was no way 
that the girls had planned for them to watch their private videos and 
the fact that it had been left out was purely an oversight on the part 
of Sarah or Tabitha: they would surely not have consented to him showing 
their most private DVDs to Carl and James. "Shall we put the game on?"
"Shut up," Carl barked and slipped his hand inside his trousers. Adam 
closed his eyes, he didn't want to see that. He glanced at James 
breathing labouredly and awkwardly and then watched back on the screen; 
Sarah was between the legs of her lesbian lover and Tabitha was groaning 
in an exaggerated manner.
Carl was openly playing with himself and Adam felt a stiffening of his 
member although had no inclination to masturbate in front of his two 
friends; he knew that they would happily do so but he was more restrained.
The loud grunting and groaning of Tabitha echoed around the small room 
as Sarah gleefully sucked and probed Tabitha's loins with her tongue 
before looking up and kissing her lover's nipples.
Sarah guided the rubber phallus into Tabitha and flicked on a switch. A 
low buzzing became audible and James snorted. "Fuckin' vibrator in there."
Carl gasped, his hand a blur over his cock and he grunted. "Go on, fuck 
that lazy nigger. Fuck her, fuck her dirty slut ass," he cried and then 
sighed, his cum spilling out into the palm of his hand.
Adam froze. "Can we put the game on now?" He asked, not sure when the 
girls would be home and saw in horror as the lounge door opened. Sarah 
took a second to take in the scene and he face dropped immediately.
"You fuckin' bastard," Sarah cried the moment she realised and saw what 
was playing on the screen. She glanced over to the Carl and James wiping 
their cocks in their hands with tissue and looked at Adam. "So this is 
what you planned to do? That's private."
"Hey love ..." Carl cried out with a smile on his face. "Ya left it out 
for us to watch."
"I did not," Sarah yelled and flicked the television off. "It is private."
"I didn't want to put it on," Adam told her and she crossed her arms, 
glaring at him. "It was in the player."
"What's up?" Tabitha asked as she came into the room.
"These three were jerking off to our home made videos." Tabitha's eyes 
widened and Adam protested; he had not touched his cock and he had not 
been "jerking off."
"You showed them our videos?" Tabitha asked, wiping her eyes. "Our 
private videos?" She shook her head and looked into the guilty face of 
Adam.
"Hey, listen peaches," Carl cried. "Ya left the video out, but course we 
gonna watch you getting fucked by that cock. Why d'ya leave it awt if 
you dain't want us to see it?"
"We didn't," Sarah cried. "I must have forgotten to put it away."
"Ahh well   you dain't look too bad, love. Of course ya need to feel 
what a real man is like. Not a fake cock from your dyke-friend here." He 
smiled at Sarah and she looked at him disdainfully. "I can go again, 
cure you off your ..."
Adam closed his eyes and waited but Tabitha sniffed and ran out of the 
room. Sarah glared at him. "You got ten seconds to get these cunts out 
of my house before I get the bread knife," she warned Adam.
"Yeah love, but  "
"Nine seconds," Sarah barked over the top of them and crossed her arms.
"Adam, tell the bitch we dain't need to go."
"Actually, Carl  " Adam started and Carl shook his head.
"Ya fuckin' pussy whipped," he cried and Carl hiked his trousers up.
"Seven."
"Shut the fuck up," Carl barked and Sarah left the room, returning with 
a four inch blade. James and Carl departed quickly and Sarah slammed the 
front door, turning to face Adam.
"I didn't want to show them," he started and Sarah shook her head 
holding the knife out. "They reckoned you had left it there to tease us. 
And they wanted to see it"
"I don't care," Sarah barked. "You just have to say 'no' them."
Adam shook his head. "You don't say no to Carl," he replied, his eyes 
fixed on the blade. "Now can you put that down please?"
Sarah threw the weapon onto the shoe rack and ran up the stairs to 
comfort Tabitha.
Chapter XII
"Get out of my room," the tall girl screamed. "Get out and don't come back."
"Ivy, come on girl. Let's just talk 'bout it."
"You shafted that slut. And you got her pregnant. Where's my baby?"
"I've tried, hun, you know I have. But maybe ya just barren."
"Barren," Ivy screeched and threw the nearest object to hand   his can 
of deodorant which bounced off his head. "Get out of my room, get out of 
this house."
"Oww," he cried. "Baby, lets talk. 'Cause I was thinking. If ya can't 
get knocked up and Evie can, then why don't we find a flat, settle down 
together, all three of us, well four of us."
Ivy fizzed and she took a deep breath, picking up a discarded cup and 
hauling it towards him. "Settle down, you stupid cunt," she screamed at 
her ex-partner, now drenched in cold tea. "Get out."
"But ..."
"Get out," she yelled and threw a few clothes towards him that he 
frantically gathered and ran down the stairs as she launched two shoes 
and a book his way. He slammed the door on the way out of the house and 
she collapsed next to her door, crying profusely.
Why did her partner need to do that to her?
* * * * *
Sarah pushed past Adam ignoring him as he reached for the cereal. "I'm 
sorry," he said. "I didn't know what was in there. If you go leaving 
your stuff in the player then it might get watched," he said.
Sarah shook her head and reached out slapping him across the face. "How 
could you? Show our private, intimate videos to your friends. It's bad 
enough you watching them," she muttered and Adam rubbed his face.
"Don't need to hit me," he shouted and picked up the milk splashing some 
on the worktop as he filled his breakfast bowl. "I said, I'm sorry, OK?"
"No," Sarah screeched. "Not OK." Adam shook his head and opened the door 
to the dining room and sat at the table.  "You were playing with 
yourselves; it was disgusting."
Adam ignored her, and shovelled a spoonful of cereal into his mouth as 
Tabitha took her breakfast and got up from the table. "Not staying in 
here with him."
"No, me neither," Natalie said, looking at Adam in the eye and shaking 
her head.
"Look, I said I am sorry. We had a couple of beers, Carl put it on, we 
thought you might have left it there to tempt us. I mean, you lot are 
exhibitionists, aren't you?"
Tabitha sneered and closed her eyes. "Is he for real?"
"Yes, you wander around with nothing on, so what am I to think."
Natalie leant over the chair and waved her finger towards her ex-lover. 
"Nudism isn't a sexual thing. I fuckin' told you that before. Just 
'cause we like to be liberated doesn't make us porn stars."
Adam sniffed and Sarah shook her head. "Come on Tabs, let's go out."
Adam threw his hands up in the air but all three of the girls left him 
alone. "Where we going?" Tabitha asked and Natalie looked at them.
"I gotta go to work," she told them. "I got one cleaner off, one 
receptionist and   ahhh."
"You'll be driving them next," Sarah teased with a grin and watched as 
the curvaceous girl wandered up the stairs. "You OK?"
Natalie nodded, rubbing her belly and sighed. "Can we go to the park? 
It's just down the road and I want some fresh air."
Sarah nodded and sighed. "Yeah, come on," she said and took her lover's 
hand. "Get dressed and we can feed the ducks."
Tabitha smiled and quickly threw some clothes on before getting to 
Sarah's car and driving across town to the small park on the edge of the 
town in the shadow of the imposing memorial.
Sarah shivered as she ran around her parked car and opened the door for 
her partner who laughed at her. "Morning m'lady," Sarah said with a 
grin. "The park, as requested." Tabitha gripped the side of the car with 
both hands and dragged herself up.
"I am not an invalid," Tabitha moaned as Sarah went to help her.
"Yeah, just pregnant."
Sarah pulled the bread from the back seat and shut the door, locking it 
with her key and holding out her hand for Tabitha to take. "This is what 
it should be like," Tabitha said with a grin. "Just the two of us in the 
park."
"Yeah, we've argued a bit recently," Sarah admitted and swung her arm, 
and that of her partner. "But I still love you."
Tabitha smiled and then rubbed her eyes. "You'll make me cry," she 
muttered. "Being soppy like that. It's the hormones." Sarah reached the 
small pond and sat down on the bench, looking at her partner. "Can we 
have the bread?"
Sarah put it in Tabitha's lap, and then glanced around her; it was 
quiet, and she reached over and pulled Tabitha towards her. Tabitha 
squealed as she did but their mouths met and Sarah pushed her tongue 
into her partner.
Tabitha's hands wandered over the pert body of Sarah and she wrapped her 
arms around her. "Sarah," she gently chastised. "What's got over you."
"Nothing," Sarah replied coyly. "But I want to show that I love you," 
she whispered and wrapped her hands around her busty partner's body. 
"'Cause I do."
* * * * *
"There's an Englishman, a Froggy, a Taffy and a Nigger in a hot air 
balloon," Carl started and took a swig of his beer. "And it's losing 
height so the Froggy chucks over some wine and says, 'we have loads of 
wine in France, I don't need it.' So the Taffy chucks over some sheep 
and says 'we have fuck loads of  'em in Wales, don't need them.' But 
they are still going down so the Englishman picks up the nigger and says 
'we have loads of those fuckers in England."
Tabitha, wrapped in a dressing gown, swung on the door frame scowling at 
Carl and looked at Adam. "Are you staying in?" She asked tersely and 
Adam looked at Carl who took another swig.
"And what if we are? It's his fucking house too."
Tabitha scowled and shook her head. "No, we are off to the pub," Adam 
replied.
"No, straight up. It's ya house too. Bitch can't tell ya what to do." 
Tabitha winced as Carl spoke and touched her belly.
"You OK?" Adam asked and she nodded.
"Fine," she muttered. "Be better when the filth is out of my house."
"Filth?" Carl cried, finishing his can of beer. "I proper English love. 
It's you who's filth. And I seen you in video dyking it up. It's sick."
Adam groaned. "Come on Carl, let's go to the pub."
"Nah, I ain't having thicklips 'ere tellin' me what to do." He walked up 
to her, his arms outstretched looking into her face.
"Carl," Adam barked but Tabitha shook her head. "Leave her alone."
"Yah gonna hit a pregnant woman? Well go on then."
"No, Carl is not going to hit anyone, are you Carl?" Adam pleaded and 
grabbed his shoes. "Now let's leave Tabitha is peace and get to the 
pub." Carl stared at Tabitha and shook his head as Adam pushed him into 
the hallway.
"Will you learn to calm down?" Adam pleaded as Carl grunted and they 
left for the pub. "Tab really ain't all that bad."
"Yah fuckin' pussy-whipped," came the inevitable response.
* * * * *
Natalie strode to the front door and wrapped her body in a dressing gown 
before opening it. She had not done so the previous day and scared a 
couple of Jehovah's Witnesses, which on reflection had not been such a 
bad thing but out of habit she was used to wrapping herself up until she 
knew the visitor was comfortable with nudism.
She was greeted by the sight of a crying girl   no more than 20   and 
stared intently at her. "Yes?"
"Does Adam live here?"
"Errr   yes, but he's gone out."
"I need to see him."
Natalie wrapped the dressing gown around her tighter. "He's out," she 
said tersely. "And you are?" Natalie took a deep breath expecting to 
hear how this girl had had relations with her house mate when the girl 
sniffed and coughed.
"Ivy."
Natalie paused and thought. "Oh, his sister. Come in, but he will be 
awhile."
The girl sniffed and looked at Natalie as she moved out of the way to 
allow her to pass. "You Natalie?"
Natalie nodded. "Why, he been mouthing off 'bout me?"
Ivy shook her head. "No. No he was speakin' 'bout you at Christmas, said 
you were very nice," Ivy said with a coy look. "I think he likes you."
Natalie hesitated, Sarah and Tabitha were in the front room and she 
knocked on the door. "Vistors," she called out but Ivy didn't realise 
and opened the door to the lounge.
"Oh sorry," she cried when she saw the naked Sarah and Tabitha scramble, 
and Natalie quickly closed the door.
"Didn't Adam mention it?" Natalie asked and Ivy shook her head.
"No."
"We are nudists. Well Adam is as well while is here, but we are annoyed 
with him so he has stormed off to the pub. Tea?"
Natalie guided Ivy to the kitchen and flicked the switch on the kettle. 
"What's he done?"
"He showed private sex videos that we'd made to his friends," Natalie 
said without emotion.
"Oh my God, my brother's been in a sex video. The dirty rat."
Natalie sighed. "No, videos that Sarah and Tab made, but he wasn't. He 
found them and showed them to his friends."
"Ewwww," Ivy cried and watched Natalie pour water into four cups. 
"That's pretty nasty."
"Yeah, I know. Tell me about it. So what do you need him for?"
Ivy took a deep breath and thanked Natalie as she passed her a cup of 
tea. "Brad and I, we split up and I've 'ad a row with my Dad and I just 
wanted some advice, I guess."
Natalie guided Ivy to the dining room and told her to make herself 
comfortable while she dropped off two cups of tea in the lounge and 
returned to see Ivy sitting down on a chair. "That OK?" Natalie asked 
and Ivy nodded.
"I'm not interrupting anything am I?"
Natalie choked as she took a sip of the hot tea. "Nah, it's OK."
"Ya sure?"
"Fine," Natalie said with a smirk. "So why did you split up with your 
boyfriend."
"He was cheating on me," Ivy replied. "I mean, I always knew he was 
cheating on me, but I could live with it as he said he loved me, but he 
got this girl pregnant."
Natalie hesitated for a moment. "Not a black girl called Tabitha?"
Ivy shook her head. "No, a French girl called Evie at the University. 
Well he got her pregnant, and we'd been trying for a bab-by and it ain't 
been happening for us." Natalie took a slurp of her drink and watched 
the teenager wipe her eyes. "And then he says we can get a place of our 
own and this Evie can move in, be like a threesome."
"Bastard," Natalie muttered and Ivy nodded.
"Yeah, he is. So he's moved out, into her room at Uni, he text'd me 
saying that he was better off without me. I chucked him out but Dad's on 
at me know 'bout getting a job." Natalie pursed her lips, desperate to 
agree with Ivy's father. "And I do want one, but it's not easy. I mean, 
there ain't that many hairdressing jobs in Lancaster. I've been looking, 
and there was one but it's only 25 hours."
Natalie smiled. "Isn't that enough?"
"Hell, it'll only be seven hundred quid a month, if that."
"Yes, but ya could move out on that."
"Move out?"
Natalie shrugged. "I ain't lived at home since I was seventeen. I got 
out as soon as I could."
"My parents aren't bad," Ivy interrupted.
"Neither were mine, really good people, professional and stuff, but I 
wanted to be independent. Live my own life. I can't do that attached to 
their apron strings."
Ivy's eyes darted around the room. "But seven hundred  "
"Seven hundred pounds say. You won't pay much tax and what you lose in 
tax you'll gain in tax credit. Rent on these rooms, couple hundred a 
month and there are cheaper places. Food is a hundred a month, and bills 
are less than a hundred a month. That still leaves ya seventy-odd quid a 
week to do what you want."
Ivy gulped and looked at the table cloth. "But I'd need to find other 
people to live with, right?"
Natalie shook her head. "You think we chose Adam?" Ivy laughed 
nervously. "I knew Sarah who knew Tabitha but I didn't know her or Mary, 
who used to live with us, but she knew Tabitha. So when we agreed to 
move in, I didn't know half the people I lived with but it worked out. 
It doesn't always."
"But you were all nudists?" Ivy asked. "Right?"
"Yeah," Natalie sighed. "We are all nudists."
"So how did you get into that?"
"As I said I knew Sarah, we went to Uni together and when we moved in 
together, we just started wandering out with nothing on. It seemed 
right, and it sort of evolved from there."
Ivy purred as she smiled. "Adam must love it here."
Natalie licked her lips. "I think he is sort of looking forward to 
leaving. He, ummm, well, he wants his own space I think and we've been 
bitching at him all week 'cause of him watching the DVD."
"I'd cut his what-not off," Ivy muttered and Natalie nodded.
"I think Sarah has thought of it."
"Pity, 'cause he did say he did like you." Ivy put her empty cup down 
and Natalie stretched out.
"As I said, he is definitely in the dog 'ouse at the moment."
"So if I wanted to move out, who do I need to speak to?"
Natalie smiled. "Just get a wage slip to prove your income and speak to 
a landlord. Our landlord is Sarah's Dad."
"Yeah we know him. He's sort of a family friend."
"Yeah, well you arrange it with him. Normally ya meet the people in the 
house and then pay for a month up front at least as a deposit   protects 
against damage and non-payment   and then just move in at start of the 
contract. It's simple really."
Ivy smiled. "And that way, I won't have my Dad telling me what to do?"
Natalie shook her head. "Ahh parents, they still do that," she admitted 
with a grin. "But they can't use the fact that you are living under 
their roof."
Ivy paused for a moment, looking at the confident girl in front of her. 
"What's it like living with ya brother?" She asked.
Natalie froze. "Why?"
"Well Adam is getting a two bedroom house and he dain't need two 
bedrooms. And  "
Natalie grinned. "I can't tell ya that, I dunno. But I like living away 
from my family. It's better that way. Dya want ya brother to see ya 
after ya been shagging and come downstairs having heard it all?" Ivy 
pursed her lips and Natalie sighed. "I lived on nine hundred for a term, 
seven hundred a month is easy compared to that. If you were my sister, 
I'd tell you to go for it, even if it's only 25 hours a week, or 20, or 
whatever, you might get promotion or do extra hours eventually. And it's 
experience. Employers love experience. And most of all, it's freedom, 
it's getting out of the family home."
Ivy smiled and got up. "Thanks, it's been good."
Natalie looked at her. "Well Adam shouldn't be too long. I mean he's 
been gone for an hour, he can't be there too long without being thrown 
out. He's gone with Carl."
"Carl," Ivy asked, looking surprised. "Yeah, he was such a weird character."
"Yeah," Natalie muttered. "Scary."
"Oh God yeah. Did Adam tell you I dated him for awhile? He took me to a 
football match and then to a gun club. It was the last straw really, so 
I dumped him. And the sex was awful, just pump and squirt, if you know 
what I mean."
Natalie nodded, not quite sure what to say but Ivy beckoned her into her 
arms and gave her a hug. "Thanks for the tea and the chat. It's what I 
needed," Ivy confided.
"Don't want to wait for Adam?" Natalie said with a smile.
Ivy shook her head. "No need. I wish I had a big sister, like you," Ivy 
mused and grabbed her coat from the back of the chair. "I'll leave ya-lone."
Natalie watched the girl leave the room, and then shut the door moments 
before Adam arrived. "Was that Ivy?"
Natalie chuckled. "Yeah, she came to see you, but all she wanted was 
sisterly advice."
"Sisterly?" Adam asked and Natalie nodded.
"Yeah, and I'm not talking to you," she told him and walked into the 
front room, leaving Adam on his own in the hallway. "You brought Carl 
back into our house."
Adam sighed. "He stopped off on his way home from work, that's all. For 
a beer."
Chapter XIII
"Five grand," Sarah whispered and looked up as Adam opened the door.
"Pardon?" Adam asked and Sarah scowled towards him.
"I wasn't talking to you."
"Sorry," Adam muttered, dismissing the teacher with an abrupt tone and 
leaving the room.
Sarah watched him leave and then returned back to Natalie. "�250 to 
African Aid and another grand to build a mosque in Manchester. A further 
�250 to Let's Fight Racism and �1000 towards a Lesbian Student Advisory 
Service. Joined Greenpeace and a dozen other charities, �500 to 
Multicultural projects in Glasgow and tickets to see a gay, erotic 
show.  Loads of places. It's five grand in total but this has been 
declined now. I really wanted to order a blow-up black pregnant sex doll 
for him."
"Sarah," Natalie said looking up from the floor towards the gleeful 
primary school teacher holding a credit card in her hand. "What are you 
like?"
"It's fine. Just don't tell Tab, you know what she is like."
"Oh come on, Sarah. They'll trace you."
"Ahh no. I was reading about it all last week. I have a system called 
Tor when I boot off this CD, it hides me on the Internet. We've got a 
Computer Science student in and he was telling me about it. It's utterly 
foolproof."
Natalie rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You'll go to hell or 
prison. Or both."
"Good," Sarah replied with a grin. "I hate cold weather." She closed the 
laptop lid and slid it under the table before putting the credit card 
back into the wallet. "That should teach 'im, the nasty little bastard," 
Sarah told her friend. Natalie grinned, and shook her head as Sarah left 
the room. "I gotta shoot. Mum and Dad want to have a word with me. I 
hope it's about inheritance," she said almost gleefully and closed the door.
Sarah swore at the cold, wintry air the moment she left the house and 
pulled her coat tightly. It was freezing and she shuffled along the 
pavement until she reached her car, climbing in and turning the key in 
the ignition.
There was the smallest amount of life from the engine and she groaned as 
she looked at her dashboard; she had left the lights on.  "Fuck," she 
cried and slammed her hands against the steering wheel. "Useless 
bastard," she shouted and got out, slamming the car door; she would get 
Natalie to give her a bump start in the morning but instead she needed 
to be at her parent's house eight minutes ago. With the cold wind 
swirling around her, Sarah started walking a brisk pace the half-an-hour 
journey to the familial home.
George looked up from his newspaper as Sarah entered the lounge. "You're 
late," he grumbled and Sarah rubbed her nose.
"Yeah sorry. The car wouldn't start. I left the lights on overnight. And 
it's snowy and icy." He drank the last few dregs of his tea and then 
looked at her with a steely expression. "You wanted to see me?"
Her father nodded and then gave a snort. "Mrs Bridges on the end of the 
street. She said she saw you in the park last week."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. And she said she saw you holding hands with that black girl 
you live with."
"Tabitha?" Sarah asked and then nodded. "Yeah ... and?"
"Sarah, love. Is there anything you wish to tell us?" Anne Dayton 
simpered. "Because she told us that the girl was umm   well she was umm ..."
"Kissing you," her father told her firmly.
Sarah bit her lips, her hands shaking. The subject of her sexuality had 
never been discussed at home and her parents still thought she was 
single. "So you know then?"
"Well, yes." George folded his paper and threw it onto the floor in 
disgust. "And to be honest if that girl is getting all emotional 'cause 
of the pregnancy then she needs to leave. There is no need for her to be 
dragging you into that."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "What are you on about?"
"What that girl is doing." Her father added and Sarah looked at her 
parents staring intently at her. "Mrs Bridges said that she was forcing 
herself onto you and that you were resisting."
"She is not making me do anything," Sarah told them and sighed. "And 
this is not something I want to discuss."
"Well I do," her father snapped. "I will not have my daughter being 
abused ..."
"I am not being abused," Sarah spat back and her mother looked up from 
her seat on the sofa.
"It's OK dear. You can tell us. We only want to help you."
"I am not being abused," Sarah said firmly. "I am fine. Is this all you 
wanted to speak to me about?" She rubbed her hands nervously and gave a 
weak smile.
She waited at her two parents looking at each other and turned to leave. 
"I've not finished with you yet," she was told firmly and Sarah spun around.
"Oh what now?"
"Well what is bloody hell is going on then?"
Sarah took a deep breath and looked at her mother. "Tabitha is my 
partner, OK? We are going out."
"You're a lesbian?" George cried and ran his hands over his hand, 
sighing dramatically. "You can't be a dyke. You've had boyfriends. Is it 
that Tabitha forcing herself on you, making you be a dyke."
Sarah shook her head in disgust. "No, she isn't forcing me at all." 
Sarah looked at the frowning face of her father. "And yes I know I've 
had boyfriends. But now I've got a girlfriend."
"But ..." Her father stammered, staring open mouthed at his flamboyant 
daughter.
"Are you sure, darling?" Her mother asked and Sarah sighed.
"I mean you read about it all the time but it's normally just a phase. 
You'll grow out of it," her father told her and Sarah crossed her arms.
"I am 23. I've been having girlfriends since I was seventeen. It's 
rather a long phase, don't you think?"
George stared at the arm of the chair and sniffed. "No, that isn't true. 
I met your boyfriend when you were at Uni. That tall lad with blonde hair."
Sarah groaned loudly. "Oliver? For God's sake Dad, Oli wasn't my boyfriend."
"You said ..."
"I know what I said. But he just helped me with my Maths," she told him 
forcefully. "Do you really think I would have gone out with him? Bloody 
hell, he was a nice enough guy but utterly hopeless with girls. I'm sure 
he was a virgin anyway, some of the things he used to come out with."
George took a deep breath. "Just 'cause one of your boyfriends wasn't 
brilliant doesn't mean you have to turn gay. Perhaps if you found a nice 
guy he would change your mind."
Sarah glared at him. "I have not turned gay," she told him with 
righteous indignation. "And I do not have a problem," she thundered 
angrily. "Being lesbian is not something I choose to do. It's a not a 
fuckin' lifestyle choice. I can't decide who I will fall in love with."
"So why are you gay then?"
"I was born that way," Sarah spat back. "And yes, those boyfriends when 
I was sixteen didn't do it for me, and I thought it was just because 
they were nerdy but it made sense when I met Rita when I was seventeen. 
And then Tab at Uni. So I've always wanted to settle down with a girl, 
it's in my DNA."
"So it's my fault now. My genes that's made you ... one of those."
Sarah looked at her mother, dabbing her eyes, and then back to her 
father. "One of those?" She thundered. "One of those? I s'pose then it's 
also your fault that I am a nudist as well."
"A nudist?" Anne squeaked. "You mean ...?"
"Yes, I do. Or more to point I don't. It's one of the reasons why we 
vetoed people coming into the house. Tabitha, Natalie, Mary, me, it's 
who we are."
Her mother looked at George. "And you put that guy in there."
"Adam?" He asked. "Oh my God. I told you to make him feel welcome. 
What's he gonna think?"
Sarah gave a wry smile though her stressed face. "Yeah, well, he's used 
to us wandering about nekkid. He even joins in but that's 'cause Nat 
makes him." She smiled at the serious faces of her parents and wiped her 
eyes.
"So you run around naked all day?" Her mother asked breathlessly. "It's 
not right doing that in front of other people."
"Not all day, the parents get well annoyed about teaching kids in the 
nude, although I'd quite like a naturist school." She looked at the 
wide-eyed look of her mother. "Anyway, didn't Adam and Eve wander around 
naked?"
"Eve didn't lie with her sister," her father thundered before Sarah 
could continue. "It's about time you came back to Church and stopped 
living in sin. Find a nice lad and just be normal."
Sarah screwed up her face. "I ain't going back to Church and being 
normal," she told them, gesturing forcefully with her hands. "And who 
cares about living in sin. If it's true, it's me that's facing the devil 
for living a life of happiness."
"Happiness. It won't last. Gay people never stay together. It won't 
last, you watch."
Sarah screwed up her face. "What a stupid thing to say. Is it 'cause 
Tabitha is black that you have a problem with? If it was Natalie would 
you care as much?"
George spluttered. "Well it's just ... her culture is very different 
from ours. Mixed race never works, their culture is just too different."
"Her culture?" Sarah spluttered. "She is from Wolverhampton."
"And she is pregnant," her mother told her.
"Obviously she doesn't dislike men that much," her father added.
Sarah folded her arms and looked at her fidgeting father. "She does. 
Well, she likes sex - who doesn't?" She smiled at the face her father 
pulled and Sarah cocked her head to one side. "I was there at the 
conception. Nice lad, but Tabitha strung him on something awful 'til she 
got knocked up." Anne looked at Sarah who gave a snort. "And when the 
baby is born, I am going to adopt with her. Have parental rights."
"You what?" George spat. "Why?"
"'Cause I want to be it's mother too."
"But you won't, will you? I thought you knew about these things," he 
muttered patronisingly and Sarah sneered in annoyance.
"It takes more than donating a piece of DNA to be a parent." She waited 
for her father to look to object and then muttered. "But then no-one 
told you, obviously."
George's face went from red to purple and he waved his finger towards 
the sneering daughter. "How dare you ..."
"How dare I?" Sarah shouted. "How dare I? You've found out that I have a 
girlfriend, something I have long since agonised over telling you and 
then make me feel wrong for it. Saying that it is someone's fault. So 
what if I don't fancy boys? I am still your daughter." A few tears 
welled up in her eyes and she looked longingly at her mother. "And I 
have found someone who makes me happy. Found someone who loves me, but 
that isn't good enough for you, is it?"
Her mother got up to put her arms around the tearful primary school 
teacher but Sarah pushed her away. "Don't," she barked and stared at her 
father. "This isn't a phase. This isn't a passing fancy. This is me. And 
you act disappointed. You always act disappointed at what I've achieved. 
You wanted a businesswoman and what you got was a teacher. You've been 
disappointed in me since I chose not to follow in your footsteps."
Her father said nothing and Sarah shook her head, running out of the 
room. "Wait," her mother called but the young woman was haring off down 
the street before either of her parents could reach their front door.
* * * * *
"What do you mean, she quit?"
"Couldn't handle it,"Adam's father muttered. "Something about all the 
swearing. Said she was going to take me to an Employment Tribunal."
Adam smiled. "She can't. She's not been around long enough." His father 
looked at him and he shrugged. "I work as a supervisor; I have to know 
about employment law as we can get done. And it costs a fuckin' fortune."
"Yeah, I know and I ain't got hundreds of thousands to stuff down some 
lawyer's underpants on a 'No Win No Fee' malarkey so I offered her five 
hundred to fuck off and she took it."
"You gave her five hundred quid? Fuckin' 'ell Dad."
"Yeah well, I ain't wanting to get fucked over by some smart-ass lawyer. 
And those types, well they are always after summat for nothing, eh?"
Adam grinned. "So how's the family?"
"Fine, Ivy thought she was pregnant last week but she wasn't. Just as 
well with what happened to Brad, you know they split?"
Adam gave a grin. "Yeah. I heard. Has she got a job yet?"
"No, but she an interview next week. Proper excited 'bout it."
"'Bout time," Adam muttered and bit his lip. "Not going to get her 
working in your office, answering ya phone if she dain't get it?"
The balding owner laughed heartily. "You must be fuckin' joking. I'd 
have no customers left." He downed the last of the tea and looked across 
his near-empty garage. "Mind you I ain't got many today anyway."
"It's the snow," Adam said unhelpfully. "Ain't no-one moving about in this."
"Yeah, I've done a nice trade in winter tyres this week but it's just 
dropped off. A couple of replacement brakes and Mrs Gregory with a 
'weird sound coming from the engine' but that's it. Danny's picked a 
good week to be in the Caribbean."
"Ya sound jealous," he teased, finishing the last of his tea and doing 
up his overalls. It was freezing in the open garage and had enjoyed the 
last few minutes of warmth he got in the sanctuary of the office before 
opening the door and walking down the steps. "Yah need better heaters," 
he told him as he rubbed his hands.
"Cost a bloody fortune," he was told and looked at a battered car in 
front of him. "Can't believe Mr Daniels keeps this thing on the road."
The icy wind swirled around the street outside and ruffled a few posters 
at the back of the garage as his father drove a small Micro onto the 
ramp and the two men started looking underneath it. It took them 
half-an-hour to change the exhaust and they got a couple of people 
passing with minor problems but Adam got to spend most of the day 
talking casually to his father.
The conversation was relaxed, and could have come from the two of them 
in front of a roaring fire in a country pub but they had to settle for 
Indian tea instead of Indian Pale Ale, and relative the warmth of the 
office.
Adam had told his Dad about Carl and his father had advised him to 
distance himself from the young racist telling him "no good will come of 
that lad." Adam wanted to disagree but in his heart of hearts couldn't: 
Carl's behaviour was becoming increasingly erratic and he knew it.
By mid-afternoon, Stuart grunted and shook his head. "Yeah let's go 
home," he told his son. "Been here all afternoon and no-one else's 
coming." He stretched his legs as he got up and helped his Dad lock up 
before walking up the hill towards his house.
Natalie was alone in the lounge when he arrived and poked his head 
around the door. "Afternoon." She was staring at the television in 
thought and ignored him as he cleared his throat. "You can turn it on ya 
know?" Natalie shook her head, not looking at him and grunted. "Tea?"
"No," she muttered and shook her head.
"You OK?"
"No," Natalie mumbled. "But I ain't speaking to you."
He came into the room and sat down next to her on the couch. "Is this 
still 'cause of me and the videos?"
Natalie took a deep breath and looked at him, getting to her feet. "I 
said I ain't speaking to you," she snapped.
He wiped his nose and raised his eyebrows. "OK," he muttered and looked 
at a piece of A4 paper discarded on the side. "MOT Fail?" He read out on 
top of the paper. "What's wrong with your wheels?"
Natalie shook her head. "Nothing. I am walking to work that's all for 
awhile."
Adam glanced down at the paper. "Brake pads. Oh that's umm, well that's 
easily  "
Natalie snatched the paper from him. "Can't you learn to leave other 
people's things alone?"
Adam groaned. "Moody cow," he muttered angrily.
* * * * *
"What's up?" A naked Tabitha asked, looking up from her book as Sarah 
fell into her bedroom. Sarah wiped her eyes and threw herself onto the 
double bed alongside her partner and stared up at the pregnant girl, 
tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Mum and Dad know," she told her. "We were spotted in the park ... 
kissing." Sarah wiped her face and looked into the gaze of her lover who 
pursed her lips.
"Well it had to happen eventually," Tabitha soothed and stroked the arm 
of the distressed girl. "How did they take it?"
"Badly," Sarah replied. "Kept saying that it was someone's fault and Dad 
said it was a phase."
"Ya know how some people act. I ain't been home for two years after what 
me brothers said."
"Yes, but I knew my Dad could be bad but I expected better. Liam was OK 
with it and he is sixteen, hell fifteen when he knew. Why is my immature 
sixteen year-old brat fine with me being a lesbian naturist and my 
parents can't 'andle it? Surely they should be grown up about it."
"It's a shock," Tabitha told her and Sarah nodded. "But it's for the 
best, right?"
Sarah shook her head. "They kept saying there was something wrong with 
me. With us? I mean, I thought Adam was fairly bad at first in the way 
in dealt with it, but my own parents." Her phone buzzed and she ignored it.
"Aren't you going to get that?" Tabitha asked and Sarah shook her head.
"No," Sarah spat and Tabitha picked up the phone. Sarah snatched it from 
her and threw it across the room ."I ain't speaking to them."
"Sarah babes, chill."
"No, they were nasty and horrible to me. I don't want to speak to them."
"You can't run away from them," Tabitha told her. "Or ignore them."
"Hell yes," Sarah spat back. "You said yourself, you ain't been home for 
two years."
"Sarah," Tabitha called firmly.
"No. And if you are so keen on talking to people when are you going to 
tell Ian about little one?"
"That's different," Tabitha muttered and Sarah shook her head.
"No it ain't. It's no different. You dropped Ian the day you found out 
you were pregnant. And when he came to find out what he had done wrong 
you avoided him. He e-mailed me a couple of months ago asking if you 
were OK 'cause he ain't seen you or heard from you."
"Well I didn't love him. He did what I needed him to do and then  "
"You strang him along, letting him get smitten until you were pregnant. 
And it had to be him 'cause you wanted the clever genes. He knew nothing 
and you ran away from him. So don't fuckin' lecture me on getting away 
from people 'cause you're a hypocrite."
Tabitha snorted. "That's different, and so selfish, your parents are 
probably worried whereas  "
"Fuck 'em," Sarah said. "And you are always selfish. We are vegetarian 
in this house 'cause of you."
"I don't ask people to not eat meat 'cause of me," Tabitha replied 
angrily and Sarah snorted.
"No, but you impose it 'cause we eat together. I love prawns and fish 
but I don't have 'em 'cause you say we can't. I can't drink in the house 
'cause you don't like it. Hell, you getting pregnant was a you thing."
"We agreed," Tabitha implored.
"You agreed. We agreed we would want to at some point, and you went out 
and screwed Ian that night. And every fuckin' night just about for six 
months. It was you, wanting kids. Not caring about us, or it, or anything."
Tabitha glared at her. "If that's what you think then maybe we shouldn't 
be together." Sarah snorted and grabbed her phone on the floor, opening 
the door. "Where you going?"
"Out," Sarah shouted. "To get away from you." She slammed Tabitha's 
bedroom door and stormed out of the house into the heavy snow of Lancaster.
Chapter XIV
"Where's Sarah?" A naked Adam asked as Tabitha sauntered into the dining 
room. She had just arrived home from her friend's house at the other end 
of the street and scowled at the man crouched over their dining table 
with newspaper spread out and a dirty piece of machinery being cleaned 
by him.
"She's not here, she's gone somewhere else," Tabitha said gruffly. 
"Where's Nat?"
"She's not home," Adam replied. "It's just me."
Tabitha snorted. "And that better be getting cleaned up," she warned.
Adam groaned but didn't look up. "It's just some plugs," he told her and 
then put the small item down. "I told 'im to change 'em but Carl's a 
tight-arse."
"He's a racist," Tabitha spat back and began to sift through a pile of 
pregnancy magazines on the sideboard.
"Oh don't start this again," Adam replied in a scornful tone, putting 
the last of the spark plugs back into a small cardboard box and screwing 
the newspaper into a ball.
"He is," Tabitha told him looking up. "I heard him and you are just as 
bad. I can't help it that I have to live with you but I don't need to 
speak to you."
Adam shook his head at her and sighed, walking out of the room with the 
scrunched up newspaper. What could he do to make the girls forgive him? 
Sure, the watching of her private pornographic films was a bit 
disrespectful but it was mostly Carl. Surely it was time for the girls 
to move on and see past that? Not that it mattered too much, he had been 
to see the house a few days previous and saw most of the work had been 
completed. He was a couple of weeks away from getting the keys back.
He threw the newspaper into the bin in the kitchen and walked upstairs 
to use the bathroom; the girls would only moan at him if he used the 
kitchen tap to wash his hands. "Adam," a voice bellowed as he turned on 
the taps and lathered his blackened hands with soap. Adam ignored it, it 
would only be Tabitha complaining that he had spilt a drop of grease on 
the table. "Adam." He waited. "Adam," the distressed voice called.
Adam lathered inside his fingers as best he could and rinsed his hands. 
He heard Tabitha again and groaned, walking out of the bathroom to the 
top of the stairs. "What is it?"
Tabitha appeared, panting at the bottom and looked up. "It's coming," 
she squealed. "My waters  "
"What's coming?" Adam asked, his face still scowling. "Oh shit, the 
baby? It can't be, you ain't due?"
"Adam, it's coming," Tabitha cried. "Help me, please."
"But you ain't due. Stop it," Adam told her with panic in his eyes.
"I can't stop it," Tabitha snapped and then screwed up her face and 
gripped the banister. "I can't."
"Just keep your legs together," Adam told her. "The baby can't come out 
if ya legs are together."
"I can't keep my legs together," Tabitha barked. "Get me to the Hospital."
"Hospital, yes. Right, fuck. Shit. Ambulance," Adam ranted and picked up 
his mobile from his pocket. "No, it'll never get anywhere near here in 
the snow." He ran down the stairs and peered out of the front door, 
oblivious of his naked state. Tabitha looked at him as he smiled. "We 
could go on the bike."
"I'm not going on the bike," she told him and he shook his head.
"It'll be fine. I've only come off once before. OK that was in the snow 
and ice but I'll be careful this time."
"I ain't goin' on a bike," she shouted and took a number of quick 
breaths. "Get me an ambulance."
"We can be at Lancaster Royal in ten minutes," Adam offered and Tabitha 
glared at him. "Fuck's sake," he muttered and dialled the number for the 
emergency services as Tabitha walked into the lounge and lay on the 
sofa. "Shit. Woman. She's about to drop," he panted.
"Ambulance, sir?" The voice asked and Adam grunted.
"Yeah. Ambulance," he said to the operator and the phone rang again as 
he was put through to a control centre.
"Woman. About to drop," he repeated as a cheerful female voice came on 
the line.
"Excuse me sir."
"Woman. Going to drop. Need ambulance to maternity."
"Can I take your address please?"
"Ahh shit. It's   Tabitha what's our address?" Adam asked as his jittery 
hands held his mobile as his mind went blank. Tabitha reached up and 
snatched the phone from him and spoke to the woman at the end of line. 
Adam watched for a moment and then reached onto the table for Tabitha's 
mobile, dialling "Sarah."
The phone rang and went to voice-mail, so Adam swore, dialling it again 
with the phone going straight to the answering service; Sarah clearly 
didn't want to speak to Tabitha, but she needed to speak to him. "Sarah, 
you stupid girl. Answer your fucking phone. Tabitha is about to drop," 
he left as a message.
Tabitha gave a cry and threw her arms out, passing Adam his mobile back. 
"Go get my bag," she told him.
"What dya want ya 'andbag for?" Adam asked. "Ya about to drop one and  "
"My maternity bag," Tabitha yelled. "It's in my room on the floor."
"What's a maternity bag?"
Tabitha panted and gripped the side of the chair. She started trying to 
regulate her breaths and closed her eyes. "It's a hold-all with ma shit 
in, ya dumb fuck. Just get it."
Adam tutted and left the room, bounding up the stairs to Tabitha's 
bedroom, opening the unlocked door and picking up a pink hold-all from 
the floor. He sprinted upstairs to throw on a T-shirt and a pair of 
jogging bottoms; if paramedics were coming he should at least be 
clothed. Tabitha was still squealing when he returned and he hesitated. 
"Sure you don't want to go by bike?"
"Adam, shut up," Tabitha cried and panted. "Just shut up."
"OK," Adam muttered and watched Tabitha take deep breaths. "Do you want 
some water, or owt? Or do you want to get naked, 'cause the baby'll get 
trapped in ya knickers?"
Tabitha stared at him and gulped. "Ambulance'll be here soon," she told 
him and wiped her eyes. "Where's Sarah?"
"I left a message," Adam told her. There was a knock at the door, and he 
ran down the hall to let in two paramedics. "She's in the lounge, there."
He looked at the curtains twitching around the little street as his 
neighbours frantically tried to look and see why the ambulance had 
arrived at their house, and almost wished that he hadn't got dressed, 
but closed the door and walked down the hallway to the living room.
The paramedic beckoned Tabitha to stand and asked if she was OK to walk 
to the ambulance. "I'm fine," Tabitha replied breathlessly.
"Have you had any complications during pregnancy?"
"In hospital for dehydration," Tabitha told her and then panted a bit. 
"In hospital a few weeks back."
"Right, let's get you to maternity," Tabitha was told and she looked at 
Adam.
"Can you grab me bag?"
Adam nodded and carried Tabitha's bag out to the waiting ambulance. 
Tabitha shut the door behind her and Adam touched his pockets for the 
keys. "You got your keys?"
"No," Tabitha cried and Adam hesitated.
"I'm locked out then," he moaned and the paramedic looked at him.
"I think your friend might need some support," she told him firmly and 
Adam rubbed his eyes.
"Tabitha, she won't want me."
"Adam, shut up," Tabitha cried. "And carry the bag." The paramedic 
smiled and sat next to the pregnant girl as the ambulance whirred into 
life and drove down the little street through the snow.
Adam watched in silence, his heart beating fast as Tabitha squealed 
again and then looked up at the top of the ambulance. "You OK?" The 
paramedic asked and Tabitha nodded.
"Hey, just as well you'd only just come home," Adam told her smiling. 
"Any other time of the day you'd be going to the hospital naked." The 
paramedic looked at him and Adam smiled. "She's a nudist. Always running 
around without her keks on."
The paramedic held on to Tabitha's hand as she screwed her face up and 
her body tensed. She groaned loudly. "Ah shit," she cried.
"She ain't gonna like drop here, is she?"
"Adam," Tabitha yelled. "Fucking shut up, ya fucking   oh, ahhh shit!"
There was a bump in the road and the ambulance stopped, pulling up 
slowly. The paramedic shouted to the driver who replied that they were 
at the hospital and she jumped down, helping Tabitha into a wheelchair 
that was wheeled to the maternity ward.
Adam followed a few steps behind as she was taken to a small whitewashed 
room with a bed in the middle and a couple of chairs dotted around the 
spartan delivery suite. Tabitha stripped the moment she arrived as the 
midwife came into the room holding a gown in her hands. "Are we OK to 
call you Tabitha, dear?" The young lady asked and Tabitha nodded.
"Are you coming in?" The midwife asked Adam hovering in the door and 
still holding the pink hold-all. She looked at Tabitha who nodded.
"I'm just bringing this," Adam told the midwife.
Tabitha lay on the bed naked and stared across at her house-mate. "Don't 
leave me," Tabitha pleaded as Adam hesitated at the door of the delivery 
suite. "Please."
The midwife watched Adam tentatively come into the room and pull up a 
padded brown chair. "I'm not  "
"It doesn't matter," the midwife told him, her face lighting up as she 
smiled. Adam pulled out his mobile and sent a text to the landlord 
asking him to "Tell Sarah, Tab droppin. Bring key. I locked out. Adam."
Tabitha gripped Adam's hand and squeezed as she cried, her body tensing 
and her head thrown back. "Ahhh, that hurts," Adam moaned and Tabitha 
looked at him panting and grabbed the "gas and air" to take a few breaths.
"It fucking hurts me more," the black girl replied, her eyes glazed. The 
midwife offered encouragement to Tabitha who hollered mercilessly into 
the delivery suite.
"Yeah, but, it's not my fault," Adam told her and the midwife looked up. 
"We aren't together," he said as an explanation. "In fact, she's lez-zes 
up, she ain't into men. A bit, 'cause she got knocked up but it ain't me 
'cause I dain't know her at that point but ..."
"Adam, shut the fuck up," she warned him and screamed again crying out 
into the plain delivery suite. Adam reached for the mask and offered it 
to Tabitha who shook her head as tears swelled in her eyes. Adam took a 
lungful of it and rolled his eyes
He felt slightly dizzy, preoccupied and not completely aware of what was 
happening. He felt in a dream, a daze and utterly distracted. "It's 
good," he muttered and Tabitha snatched it from him.
"S'mine."
"Can you make Tabitha a bit more comfortable?" Adam was asked by the 
midwife as she touched Tabitha between the legs. He was passed a cool 
tissue, moist but not wet. He looked at Tabitha and wiped her brow and 
then the sides of her face. "You are nearly fully dilated," she was told.
"Is that good?" Adam asked and the midwife nodded.
"Yeah, that's good," she said with a smirk and looked at Tabitha. "Did 
you go to ante-natal?"
"Yes, me and my partner."
"But not me," Adam added and the midwife smiled. "That's her lesbian 
partner, but she's not here."
"Yeah, I got that. Could you make her comfortable please? Is OK, Tabitha?"
"You want me to?" Adam asked. Tabitha nodded and then started screaming 
again, her fingers grabbing Adam's hand and clamping down hard on his 
bony wrist.
Adam took a deep breath and sopped the glistening body of Tabitha, her 
large breasts glowing with a radiant sheen as he dragged the soft tissue 
over her.
She sighed as he did and the midwife looked at her. "Did you think about 
any birthing positions?"
Tabitha nodded. "I wanted to be supported by my partner." She looked at 
Adam who rolled his eyes.
"Me?"
"Well you are her birthing partner," the midwife replied and Tabitha 
shuffled down the bed and then told the anxious man to sit behind her.
Adam leant against the metal headboard and had Tabitha leaning against 
his chest. He instinctively put his hands under her armpits and she 
crossed her arms to grip him as she squealed again. "Do you need any 
more pain relief?"
Tabitha panted and shook her head. "How long does this take?" Adam asked 
and the midwife stared back.
"Anything from ten minutes to four days."
"Four days?" Adam cried and the young midwife smiled. He hugged Tabitha 
and his hands touched her large breasts which caused him to recoil 
instantly. "You dain't look old 'nough to be a nurse," he told her and 
she smiled. "Ya only look a teenager."
"I am only nineteen," the girl replied with a smile. "I'm twenty tomorrow."
"Oh happy birthday. For tomorrow," Adam mumbled and Tabitha gripped his 
hand again, oblivious to the flirting Adam was trying to do with the 
student midwife. "How many babies have you had?"
"A few," the midwife muttered, staring at Tabitha and watching as she 
screamed loudly into the delivery suite. Adam panted, Tabitha was a dead 
weight when she leant back on his chest and he wasn't too comfortable 
but he guessed Tabitha was in more pain. "You're doing well," the 
midwife told her. "Really well."
"Yeah," Adam muttered as the midwife looked at him. "Really well."
"Adam," Tabitha hissed.
"Yeah, I know. Shut it. But I couldn't do it." The midwife sniggered at 
Adam but Tabitha tensed up and screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"It hurts," she cried. "It really hurts."
"Yeah, but you're doing well," Adam told her and held her tightly as 
Tabitha's body launched itself into another contraction. Tabitha slid 
down the bed slightly, embedding her head into his stomach and gripped 
the bed, yelling as another wave of pain engulfed her.
Adam did his best to comfort and encourage her as her contractions got 
more painful and the scared woman gripped his hands and cried 
uncontrollably.
"I can see it's head," the midwife told her after a particularly painful 
contraction. "Keep going, deep breaths, ride the contractions."
Tabitha panted and yelled as her body tensed. "Ride the contractions," 
Adam parroted. "Deep breaths. Do you want the gas?" He didn't wait for 
Tabitha to reply, grabbing the face mask and putting it over her face 
the moment her contraction stopped.
She gasped as she took a few lungfuls but her respite was short, her 
body strained as another contraction hit her. "It's coming," she was told.
"Ya hear that," Adam told her cheerfully. "Nearly a mother. How cool is 
that?"
The midwife shook her head as Tabitha's body rested for a few moments. 
"Nearly there, few more pushes Tabitha."
"Nearly there," Adam told her and squeezed her. "Nearly there."
"Adam shut the   ahhhhh Christ," Tabitha shouted and her face screwed 
up, as tears flowed down her cheeks. "I can't do this."
"But you are doing it," Adam replied instantly. "Nearly there. You heard 
the midwife," he said reassuringly. "Nearly there."
Tabitha shook her head. "I can't, I just can't."
"You're nearly there," the midwife replied and pressed a button on the 
wall. A few moments later, another couple of midwives entered and the 
young nurse detailed Tabitha's state.
Tabitha screeched in the middle of it, and the nurse cried out. "It's here."
Tears streamed down Tabitha's face as she saw her little baby for the 
first time, a screaming, bloody mess being picked up and placed on her 
stomach. "Oh Tabitha, what a beautiful boy," Adam cooed.
"It's a girl," she said instantly and looked at the crying mess. "It's 
my girl. It's ..." Tabitha sniffed and Adam held her tightly, wiping his 
own eyes. He had not expected to be affected by the birth of Tabitha's 
daughter but he found himself almost overcome with emotion.
"She's   beautiful."
Tabitha turned her head and nodded. "Yes, she is, isn't she?" Adam 
stared at the baby, remaining still and in thought. He was still 
cuddling Tabitha but it seemed so powerful to be watching the new baby's 
first moments in the world. He was awestruck.
"Do you want to cut the umbilical cord?" The midwife asked after a few 
minutes, and Adam shook his head.
"Me?"
"Yes, you. Come on, you've done nothing all evening." Adam pushed his 
bum to back of the bed and managed to navigate his legs out from behind 
Tabitha. He took the scissors from the blonde midwife and looked at the 
purple tube coming out of the baby resting on Tabitha. Adam took a 
couple of deep breaths and stared between Tabitha's legs. "Between the 
clamps."
The door burst open and evening turned to see the soaking wet Sarah came 
rushing in to the maternity suite. "Tab, I'm sorry," she cried. "Oh my 
God," she said and clamped her hand to her mouth. "I've missed it."
Adam held out the scissors to Sarah. "You could cut the cord." Sarah 
looked across at Tabitha who nodded as she advanced towards the bed. 
"Partner," Adam explained quite needlessly to the midwife. "She's the 
one she sleeps with." The midwife shook her head and guided Sarah over 
to cut through the tough cord with the sharp implement.
Sarah wiped her eyes and stared at the mixed race baby crying on 
Tabitha's stomach, smiling involuntarily. She sniffed. "She's so perfect."
Tabitha looked up and nodded. "I know."
Adam backed slowly towards the door and quietly left the suite as the 
two lovers were overcome with emotion, before knocking on the door to 
interrupt the tearful couple. "Hey Sarah, can I have your front door key?"
"Sure," Sarah cried and threw her keys towards Adam. "And Adam, thanks."
"Yeah, no problem."
* * * * *
Natalie shook Adam awake. "So what did she have?"
"Huh?" Adam said sleepily. "Oh, a baby."
Natalie shook Adam again and then slapped him hard across the cheeks 
that caused him to groan. "Was it a girl, like the scan said?"
"Oi," Adam cried. "I thought you weren't speaking to me?"
"Yeah, well. I want to know."
"It's a girl," Adam told her and she sat down on his bed.
"Why didn't you phone me?"
Adam sniffed. "Cos you weren't speaking to me," he told her. "Remember?"
"Well I would have spoken to you for that," she snapped back. She pursed 
her lips and raised her eyebrows. "And anyway, you've been a bastard," 
she told him firmly and looked him in the eye before getting up and 
closing the door to his bedroom.
By the time Adam got out of bed, Natalie had left the house and he 
showered before throwing on some clothes and heading into the town 
centre. He wanted to get the baby a little gift before visiting hours, 
and walked into the baby shop in the centre of Lancaster; there was a 
lot of choice on clothes, accessories and other baby paraphernalia. He 
wondered if Tabitha would really need all of the stuff they claimed she 
would but selected three dresses from their "Summer" collection and put 
them in a gift bag with a card.
The local hospital was far bigger than he imagined or remembered but the 
staff pointed him down a corridor when he asked for "Tabitha and baby," 
and he poked his head into each ward, one at a time.
Adam looked into the fifth "new baby" ward and saw Natalie sat down in 
the corner with Sarah and Tabitha. "Are you going in?" A midwife asked a 
loitering Adam who grunted: he hadn't expected Natalie to be there.  
"You're in the way."
"Sorry," he muttered in response and Sarah turned to see him. She smiled 
when she caught sight of the young man and beckoned him to get a chair. 
"Hi," he breathed and saw Natalie glaring at him. "How is she?"
Tabitha bit her lip and smiled. "She's fine. Have a look."
Adam leant over a small plastic cot and smiled when he saw the mixed 
race baby asleep and wrapped in blankets. "Whatcha callin' her?"
"Lara," came the response. "Lara Sarah Kwame."
"It's a nice name."
Tabitha looked at Sarah. "Yeah well, if it was a boy then we would have 
given it a middle name of Adam," she told him. "I couldn't have done it 
without you. Thank you."
Sarah sighed as Adam blushed. "All I did was nick your bloody Gas and Air."
"Oi," Sarah cried. "No swearing in front of the little one. You watch 
your effin' mouth." Adam chortled at Sarah who cocked her head to one 
side. "But thank you, we really mean that. You might be a right bastard 
at times but you have a soft side."
Adam went a shade redder and put a small bag on the bed. "A small 
present," he announced. "For the baby."
Tabitha and Sarah exchanged glances. "It better not be a motorcycle 
helmet, cause she is not, most definitely not, going on your bike," 
Sarah said with a grin.
"Cheers," Tabitha said with a smile and picked up the bag, taking out a 
card and passing it to Sarah to open and put above her bed. She pulled 
out a gift bag and opened it tentatively. "They are beautiful," she 
cried and she took out three dresses and then turned to look at Adam. 
"But size one to two years."
"Yeah," Adam squeaked. "Well you're a big   well you've got ..." Adam 
gestured with his hands and Tabitha giggled, staring at him with an 
expectant look. "Well your baby   it ain't gonna be small, is it?"
Sarah looked at Natalie. "Please tell me that his tact isn't what 
attracted you to him?"
"No," Adam replied. "She's still in a mood with me. But it's OK. I move 
out next week."
"Good," replied Natalie instantly. "Can't wait."
"Natalie," Sarah cried out in chastisement but Natalie just crossed her 
arms.
* * * * *
Natalie looked at Adam standing in the doorway. "Pardon?"
"I can fix your car," he offered. "On Sundays, the Garage is closed but 
Dad has given me a set of keys." He spun an oversized key ring around 
his finger.
Natalie crossed her arms. "I don't want to  "
"What Natalie?" Adam raised his arms out and she sucked in air through 
her teeth. "Actually accept my help?"
The Scottish girl hummed. "Yeah, well, I s'pose."
"Look, I said I am sorry. Tabitha's forgiven me, she said so and they 
were her bloody videos. I've said I'm sorry."
Natalie sniffed and rubbed her nose. "Ya were perv-ing over her and  "
"OK, I'm not perfect," Adam told her. "We were bang out of order, but it 
was just a fucked up situation. You might not see it, but we had a few 
to drink and it came on. I fucked but I'm only 'uman for Christ's sake."
Natalie sighed and crossed her arms across her breasts. "It was really 
intrusive and nasty to do. And to show it to that friend of yours and 
play with yourself. It's gross."
"I know. Sorry," Adam said in a somewhat annoyed voice. "But I wasn't 
knocking one out. It was Carl."
Natalie's scowl loosened. "Yeah, but he is your mate. You let him."
Adam sighed. "Yeah well in it's the past now, ain't it. And if you want 
to fix your car, we can do."
Natalie closed her eyes and looked up at him. "So how much do you reckon 
me car will cost to fix?"
"Forty quid," Adam told her. "Ya got to do all of 'em, right?" Natalie 
nodded and Adam gave her a grin. "Sarah told me. But it's always labour 
that knocks up the price. I've got me Dad to get 'em from his dealer 
ready for us."
Natalie took a deep breath and glared at him. "How did you know I'd be 
happy to let you do it?"
Adam shrugged. "I kind of figured that you would want the car done on 
the cheap." Natalie went to interrupt and Adam smirked. "And I guessed 
that you being a tight-arsed Scot you would put your wallet before your 
principles and bitchiness."
Natalie gasped and threw a cushion at the ducking, naked man. He watched 
it hit the wall behind him and grinned. "Finished? 'Cause we got a car 
to fix. If you want to, that is."
"What? Today?"
"Today is Sunday," Adam replied and jangled the keys. "Unless you want 
to pay dealer rates."
Natalie pulled herself up and walked over to the door, pushing past the 
naked Adam who eyed her naked hips and pert ass as it wandered past him. 
"Don't even think about what you are thinking," she told him and Adam 
chased her up the stairs to get dressed.
Natalie was reluctant to drive her car as "the brakes are fucked" but 
Adam persuaded her that they had enough life in them to drive down to 
the garage which he unlocked when he arrived and drove the car into the 
yard. "Get yourself overalls then," he told her and pointed to a set 
hung up on the back wall.
Natalie moaned as she took a greasy blue set off the peg as it was "cold."
"From fuckin' Scotland," he replied. "Fuckin' snows up there."
Natalie grumbled at him as he slung a cleaner set on and zipped them up. 
He pulled out a old-looking jack and passed it over to the girl watching 
him. "We'll need that," he told her and grabbed a tool off the back 
wall. "And that."
"Do you know how to do this?" Natalie asked nervously. "Cause I don't 
want to press my brakes and they fuck up."
"Sure," he replied. "They ain't gonna fuck up."
"Yeah well, that's a fuckin' easy promise to make," she told him and ran 
her hands through her hair. "But  "
"Love, loosen your wheel nuts on the passenger side."
"What? You aren't gonna do it."
"I'm going to get your new pads. Just loosen your nuts."
Natalie sighed and picked up the tool, peering around it and fitting it 
over the first wheel nut, pressing down. "Is it anti-clockwise or 
clockwise," she shouted into the store room when the nut didn't budge.
"Anti," came the response and Natalie swore at her car wheel. She fitted 
the brace back on the nut and pressed down with her entire weight but 
the wheel nut would not budge.
Adam returned to her swearing and he looked at her. "Come here," he 
muttered and extended the tool by six foot before fitting the tool back 
on the wheel nut. "Try now."
Natalie grunted and pressed down with the nut turning effortlessly. 
"Fuckin'   err," she muttered.
Adam watched as she loosened all of the wheel nuts and he then took the 
jack to lift up the car. It didn't take long before the car was raised 
by a few inches and he shortened the tool to remove all the wheel nuts.
Natalie watched in horror as her wheel was removed and set down next to 
the Scottish girl. He pulled out a small tool and unbolted the callipers 
before fastening them to the top of the wheel with a wire. "Got ya 
keys?" Adam asked and Natalie looked at him. "I need to reset the piston 
on the brake pads, which is a shite-site easier if the brake reservoir 
is uncapped, which is under the bonnet, which you have the keys for," he 
explained.
"Oh," she muttered and passed him the keys. "Sorry."
"S'ok. You ain't ever done any maintenance on ya car, right?" Natalie 
shook her head and Adam walked around to open the bonnet, before 
unscrewing the cap for the brake fluid. "Push that piston," he told her 
and waited for Natalie to tentatively push a small metal bullet in, 
before Adam rescrewed the cap on, but left the bonnet open.
He unclipped the worn brake pads and passed them to Natalie who held 
them out in front of her. "It's not a bomb," Adam told her and Natalie 
sighed. "You can chuck 'em."
"But ..."
"But they ain't no good," she was told firmly and Adam took the first of 
the pads and slotted them into the callipers before refixing it to the 
wheel. Natalie watched spell-bound as he fastened the brakes, then the 
wheel and lowered the car, before tightening the wheel nuts firmly.
"Other side now," he told her and walked around the car. He got Natalie 
to do far more of the work and just guided and supervised her as she 
unclipped the callipers and slid the old pad out. She listened as he 
gently advised and encouraged her, sitting next to her as she put the 
new brake pads in.
"Hello?" A voice called and Adam looked up to see a middle-aged lady 
walk in alongside the car. "Hello. Oh thank God someone's open. I need a 
new battery."
Adam rubbed his nose. "I'm sorry. We are not open," he said calmly and 
she looked at him.
"Oh. It's just my car wouldn't start and my son had to jump start my 
car. Could you not have a quick look? Please."
Adam looked at the blonde-haired woman, cocking her head to one side and 
Natalie rubbed his hand. "Go have a look," she told him. "I'll put my 
wheel back on."
"Oh thank you, love," the woman murmured at Natalie, and looked at Adam. 
"If you wouldn't mind."
Adam pushed the car into the garage alongside Natalie's vehicle and 
opened the bonnet, taking a battery tester from the back of the garage 
and putting the two probes on the battery. "How long have you had the 
battery, it's dead."
"Oh," the lady hummed. "I've never replaced it."
Adam took a screwdriver and spanner from his pocket and loosened the 
battery connectors before "checking the water level." He glanced over at 
Natalie lowering her car on the jack and their eyes met. She smiled at 
him and he looked back at the car battery. "We can replace it," he told her.
"How much is that?"
"Under a hundred, if we have 'em in."
The lady nodded and sighed. "Go on then." Adam walked over to the store 
room and returned with a brand new battery, an identical size as the 
current battery which he removed from the car by unscrewing a clamp. The 
new battery sat on the tray and he reconnected the terminals as Natalie 
sidled up him. "My car's done," she whispered and he told her to start 
the lady's car.
It fired up instantly and Adam told Natalie to shut it off while he 
connected the clamp. "Of course," he told her as Natalie passed the keys 
back to the woman. "If the alternator's gone, then the battery won't 
charge but it'll probably be the battery. They never last too long. And 
it's an original."
"Thanks," she said as he lowered the bonnet. "You are a real life 
saver." The car owner smiled. "Oh, I'll just go pay your boss."
Adam turned to look at the office and saw Natalie leaning against the 
wall with a grin. "Oh she's not my boss," he told her quickly. "She's my 
girl   my fr   it's complicated."
"Oh," she muttered and Adam apologised, guiding her to the office, 
pulling out a sales receipt page and scanning a price list on the side 
of the table. "Errr   that'll be ninety two pounds then please."
The lady counted out ten ten pounds notes as Adam wrote out the sales 
docket and found the drawer locked. "Keep the change," she told him as 
he passed her the receipt. "You've saved my life today, nowhere was open."
"Oh thank you very much," Adam replied and slid all ten notes through 
the crack in the drawer.
Natalie watched the lady start her car, back out of the garage and drive 
away. "Can we go now, or do you want me to be a mechanic?"
"Hell yes," he said with a grin. "And you do look good in those overalls."
Natalie laughed. "You're weird," she told him. "But thanks for getting 
me the new pads."
"And fitting them," Adam continued but Natalie looked at him.
"I fitted 'em myself," she replied. "If you want a job doing, I gotta do 
it me-self," she teased as she removed the overalls. "And I helped you 
on the battery."
Adam shook his head: there was no pleasing some people!

Chapter XV
"Sarah," Anne called and held out her hands to hug her daughter. "Sarah, 
how are you?"
"I'm fine," Sarah said frostily. "Tabitha had a little girl, by the way."
"A girl? Ahh, well, we got Adam's text message but we didn't know any 
more. How is she?"
"She's fine," Sarah muttered and held her coffee tightly, looking around 
the empty coffee shop. "Keeping us awake half the night, but fine." 
There was silence for a minute as Sarah looked at her mother. "Well, you 
wanted to see me?"
"Sarah, I'm sorry if you think we are angry or disappointed with you, we 
aren't."
"Dad is."
"Dad isn't," Anne responded quickly. "He was shocked, we both were." 
Sarah sighed and her mother stared at her. "You're his little girl, he 
sometimes forgets you might be an adult, but you mean the world to him. 
And he thinks the world of you. And yes, he's a bit stuck in his ways 
and he isn't good with things he doesn't understand, but he loves you, 
and no matter what happens, you can't change that."
Sarah stared into the bubbles on top of her latte and glanced up. "He 
was so disappointed when he found out."
Anne sighed. "Well maybe a bit. He doesn't understand. Or more to the 
point, he didn't understand. You live in a different world to us at 
times. He's not comfortable with the idea of you not marrying a nice guy 
and settling down to start a family and the like. He didn't get it."
"He thought I was doing wrong," Sarah replied instantly. "And he has 
always been prejudiced. He doesn't like Tabitha, he never has done. He 
just doesn't get it."
Anne sighed. "He likes Tabitha if she makes his little girl happy." Anne 
looked at her daughter and frowned at her. "Honestly, believe me. And he 
will love you and accept whatever you choose to do with your life. And 
be proud of you."
Sarah took a deep breath and tapped the side of her cup. "He   he wishes 
I wasn't a primary school teacher."
Anne shook her head. "Not at all. You think that 'cause he tried to 
steer you towards business, but the day you got your first job, and we 
had that meal in that restaurant to celebrate, he didn't shut up about 
you in the car on the way home. He was made up, Sarah. And you having a 
girlfriend instead of a boyfriend, isn't going to change that. For 
either of us." Anne dabbed at her eyes and looked at her daughter. "Do 
you really think that you having a Tabitha instead of a Terry for a 
partner is going to undo 23 years of affection and love? Really?"
Sarah shrugged. "Well  "
"It's such a silly, minor thing," Anne told her. "He doesn't care, but 
he does care if he thinks you don't love him."
"Then why isn't he here?"
"Would you have met me if he was going to be here?" Sarah shrugged.  
"Now come 'round for dinner on Sunday," her mother told her. "Please."
Sarah groaned. "If I have to."
"You don't have to," Anne told her. "But we'd want you to. And bring 
Tabitha as well."
Sarah snickered. "You must be joking."
Anne stared at her daughter. "Your father will be on his best 
behaviour," she told her. "Cause there isn't many times when I don't get 
my own way, is there?"
"No," Sarah begrudgingly admitted.
"Now come give me a hug," Anne asked. "I hate it when we argue." Sarah 
sniffed and got up to embrace her mother.
* * * * *
Adam squinted at the naked girl standing with her arms crossed. "Pardon?"
"A massage," Natalie promised. "All set up in my room."
"A massage?" Adam asked and leapt to his feet. "What's this for?"
"A thank you," Natalie told him. "And, well, I was a bit of a bitch with 
you at the hospital." She held out her hand and looked seductively into 
his eyes. "I guess if Sarah and Tabitha can forgive you and they were 
their videos then I shouldn't  "
"Be so pig-headed?"
Natalie screwed up her face. "Do you want a massage or not?"
Adam nodded and touched her on the arm. "Of course." She opened the door 
to her room and guided the naked man into a calm sanctuary, full of 
flickering candles and the gentle scent of peaches and lavender. Some 
soft instrumental music was playing in the background. Natalie guided 
him onto the bench and poured a generous portion of oil in her hands.
She breathed out with every stroke along his back and Adam sighed with 
every touch. Adam felt relaxed and almost fell asleep at every motion 
Natalie made. She had a wonderfully gentle touch that was quite 
unexpected in someone so prickly and determined.
For Adam, Natalie's unexpected warmth presented a new problem for him. 
He guessed that if he asked her out somewhere then she would almost 
certainly come, she had admitted she was lonely before, but after her 
antics of the previous month he was unsure if he wanted to spend too 
much time with her.
He liked her, she was the closest he had come to his "ideal woman" but 
her behaviour with him about the videos had him wondering. Could he be 
with someone who could be like that?
If nothing else, with massages like the one he had received, friendship 
was the least he would want and smiled as her hands darted in between 
his shoulders. "That's lovely," he muttered in appreciation.
She gestured for him to turn over and sat down next to him taking his 
arm and rubbing her oily fingers over it. "You leave tomorrow," Natalie 
cooed and pressed down hard on his arms and adjusted herself. "You gonna 
come back and see us."
Adam smirked. "Well I might. Just to see the naked chicks." Natalie 
groaned and squeezed his biceps that made him squeal. "I wanna see you, 
take you out somewhere next week."
Natalie pursed her lips and continued the massage. "You do, do you?"
"Yeah," Adam said nervously. "And I was gonna book a small restaurant 
near where I work. Cinema first and then meal. Was thinking of 
Wednesday, so don't arrange owt."
Natalie sniffed. "What if I don't want to go?" she asked. "What if I 
didn't want to do that."
Adam spluttered. "You always moan you ain't got anything to do. You 
always moan you are lonely. I don't think I'm gonna get a 'no' from you, 
am I?"
Natalie stopped massaging him and stared at her house mate. "You what?" 
She asked fiercely.
"Oh come on. Now Tab and Sarah have the little one, you'll be bored 
right? So I thought it'd be cool to spend a bit of time with each other. 
Go for a meal, go for a film. I can show my new place," he said with a 
giggle. "I got a double bed and a  "
"Fuck you," Natalie cried interrupting him and jumped to her feet. She 
glared at him, before shaking her head.
"What? Oh come on Natalie?"
"How dare you. I am not some easy hussy for you to pick up," she 
thundered. "I thought you weren't like that."
"I never said ..." Adam trailed off and looked at Natalie standing over 
him. "Chill love. What's got into you?"
"Nothing," she yelled. "I just don't like  "
"Hey, it's not ya time of the month is it?"
Natalie groaned and picked up one of the candles that lined her room. 
She shook it over his crotch and watched as Adam's eyes widened and then 
he made a loud cry.
"No," Natalie cried. "I am not on my period. And you were going to get a 
very happy finish if you weren't such a cock."
Adam wasn't listening; he had his hands glued to his abused member and 
scrambling to his feet to put some cold water on his burning penis. 
"Fuckin' cow," he screamed. Natalie watched him leave the room and 
sighed; the evening could have been so different and she just locked the 
door to her room, sinking down behind her door and bursting into tears.
* * * * *
Sarah passed him the keys to his new flat with a grin. "I've cleaned it. 
Well actually Tabitha cleaned most of it 'cause she's on maternity, I 
polished the tables."
Adam smiled. "Tables? Oh, the umm, tiny dining table."
"Yeah. But it needed three squirts," Sarah told him and she cocked her 
head.
"Thanks, you didn't need to."
"Ahh, we wanted to. Cause when we come and visit I know how clean it 
should be." Adam held out his arm to take cuddle the clothed woman. "I 
suppose it's the least we could do, you were ummm   well you were there 
for Tab when she needed you."
"I did nothing," Adam blurted out. "Well I flirted with the midwife. She 
was hot. And only nineteen."
Sarah licked her lips and rubbed her eye with the ball of her palm. "You 
haven't changed. Well actually I s'pose you have. I think you are more   
house trained."
"House trained?"
"Yeah, 'cause you put the toilet lid down now. And no peanuts last night 
on the floor." Adam shrugged. "No but seriously. Tab said she couldn't 
have done it with you. It means so much to both of us."
Adam pursed his lips. "I really didn't do much. And it was such an 
intense thing to be involved in. It was so  " He gestured with his hands 
and Sarah nodded.
"I know," Sarah muttered. "It's amazing. I keep checking she is OK. 
She's so little and defenceless."
Adam smiled and looked at himself. "I guess I better get dressed and 
loaded onto the van. Give ya, yar house back."
"Yeah, OK," Sarah muttered and watched as Adam ran up the stairs. She 
walked into the front room and sat down on the chair, relaxing her tired 
muscles; she wished Tabitha was there to curl up with, but her partner 
was seeing her friend and she just wanted to say goodbye to Adam.
She looked up at the ceiling and heard Adam's footsteps: she really 
should help him and pulled herself to her feet. "Want a hand?"
Adam shook his head. "I've only got a few things. Most o'me stuff's in 
storage," he breathed out, struggling with a heavy box and Sarah kindly 
opened the front door.
It took Adam only a few minutes to put everything except his bike (he 
was  coming back for that) on the van and Sarah took the opportunity to 
change into something more comfortable. As Adam loaded the last of his 
boxes on the van, the naked (except a pair of stockings, a dressing gown 
and a clip in her hair) Sarah watched as he closed the front door. "Want 
a cuppa?"
"Yeah, go on."
Sarah wrapped her dressing down around her tighter as a draught from the 
street swirled around her thighs and Adam grinned. "Stop it," she told 
him and looked back as Adam ogled her from behind.
"Sorry," he mumbled. "I would have wanted Natalie to be here to say 
goodbye," he moaned as they walked towards the kitchen. "Tabitha and you 
forgave me. And Nat and me, we had some good times. And I wanted one 
last look of her naked before I leave."
Sarah crossed her arms as she flicked the kettle switch. "Natalie: ahh 
well, she's pissed off with you. But she does have to work." Adam 
sneered but Sarah looked at him. "It might be a Saturday but you work on 
some Saturdays."
"Well I didn't even get a goodbye when she went out this morning."
"Well that's Nat for you. She is annoyed."
"Yeah but I still don't know what I did wrong."
Sarah sighed. "She told me that you asked her out on a date to go do 
what you wanted and expected her to stay the night and have sex with you."
Adam stared at her open mouthed. "I never said the sex. I told her I had 
a 'double bed' and was going to tell her that I had a single bed in the 
spare bedroom when she shouted at me and poured hot candle wax on my 
crotch."
Sarah groaned. "Well she thinks you only asked her out because you think 
she's lonely. And it's Nat, she is too proud to relent. She is annoyed 
with you as it was your last night here and she wanted to make it 
special. So until you make a move, or she gets bored and forgets why she 
had the grudge in the first place she'll be annoyed." Sarah poured hot 
water into two cups and dropped a tea bag in each. "But she is shit in 
the morning and she just hared off to work. They've not replaced a 
couple of people who've left so Nat is covering. She was probably late 
as she always is." Sarah dropped a bit of milk into the tea and then 
squeezed the tea-bag with the spoon before passing it to her companion.
"Cheers," Adam muttered and took a sip. "I don't know," he mumbled. "She 
seems like hard work."
"She will be," Sarah told him. "And she is. But she is a great girl."
Adam hummed. "Yeah, she is," he muttered. He stopped looking wistfully 
at the back door and looked at Sarah. "It's been a weird few months."
Sarah sniffed. "But not unenjoyable?"
"No, very ..."
"Enlightening," Sarah suggested with a smirk.
"Yeah, I'd say that."
Sarah grinned. "Learned how to deliver a baby?"
Adam chortled. "I did nothing. I told you that."
"I know, all you did was to play with Tab's tits, tell the midwife that 
Tab was a lesbian and chat her up."
"Exactly," Adam said with flourish.
Sarah pursed her lips together. "You do yourself a disservice," she told 
him. "I mean, you were probably a pain in the arse but that's 'cos 
you're Adam, but Tab said you were great, and she needed someone."
Adam sighed. "And what about you and Tabitha?" Adam asked as he drank 
from the cup.
"What about us?"
Adam smiled. "It's hurting you. Ya gutted ya weren't there."
Sarah shrugged. "Mebbe."
Adam looked at her as she pulled her gown closer. "It is, isn't it?"
Sarah nodded. "Yeah. I think Tab has forgiven me, I didn't do it on 
purpose but I feel so annoyed with myself."
Adam nodded his head slowly in agreement. "Well, what happens next?"
"Tab is going to move into my room and Tab's room is going to be the 
nursery. And well, I shall be Lara's other mum."
"What about the father? The real, I mean biological, parent."
Sarah snorted. "He doesn't know. Tab didn't want to tell him and I see 
why. She has me, she doesn't need him. But I'd feel happier if he knew."
"And you aren't going to cement your relationship?"
"How?" Sarah asked. "We have a kid and ..."
Adam touched his ring finger on his left hand and smirked. "February 
29th on Wednesday. The PA in our office is going to ask her boyfriend."
"What? You mean, marriage?" Sarah stared at the worktop and shook her 
head from side to side. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"Well it seems as though the next step."
She sighed. "Tab would be touched, well made up even." She turned and 
scowled. "Just when did you start understanding women?"
Adam sighed and picked up the van keys from the side. "I have this way 
with them."
"Well," Sarah replied with a smirk. "If you are so perfect then maybe 
you would have not fucked things up with Natalie."
"Yeah, don't remind me," Adam muttered and held out his arms to the 
almost naked girl, hugging her tightly. "I'd say thanks for having me, 
but I reckon it was under duress."
"Yeah, it was," Sarah confessed. "But you knew that. And once we got to 
know you, you were OK I s'pose. Pity about your friends."
"Ahh yes, well I have said sorry," Adam muttered. "And if it makes you 
feel any better, his credit card was cloned and they racked up thousands 
of pounds of charges. He's having real trouble."
Sarah's face brightened. "What with the bank?"
"All the call centres for his bank are in India. Or Wales. He can't 
understand the accent." Sarah laughed as Adam smiled and he put his 
front door key on the worktop. "I told ya dad I would drop it off here 
as I hear you got someone coming to look 'round?"
"Yeah, next week I think. Natalie's arranged it, some girl she knows."
"Oh, a women," Adam asked. "I put you off men then."
"I was already off men," Sarah replied and hesitated. "But I think you 
put Nat off men, we are ready to welcome her into the sisterhood." Adam 
chuckled at Sarah's facial expression and she continued. "Pity 'cause 
you are both so alike."
"We're not," Adam replied and she smirked.
"You are, it's her birthday on Wednesday; it only comes around once 
every four years. Make sure you wish her 'Happy Birthday'," Sarah told 
him. "It'll be well received," she promised. "Even if it is just by text."
"I don't ..." Adam trailed off as Sarah raised her eyebrows. "Actually, 
can I keep this key for a little while longer," he asked. "Til her 
birthday on Wednesday?"
Sarah sighed. "Yeah OK, but no sneaking into the house to ogle naked 
women," she said with a smirk. "You hear me?"
"Of course not," Adam said with a steely glance and left the house, 
waving goodbye to the teacher. It only took him twenty minutes to unpack 
all of his gear at the other end and he walked around the small house. 
It was a two-bedroom "two-up, two-down" property but it was big enough 
for what he needed, and the entire house had been refitted due to the 
smoke damage.
He swore when he saw the time on the new clock in the kitchen: his chat 
with Sarah had dragged on longer than he thought and he needed to get 
the van back to work.
Locking the door behind him, he sprinted down the small path and jumped 
into the van, the wheels spinning as he slapped it into gear and sped 
off down the road, arriving at work through the rush hour traffic only 
ten minutes late.
"I need it one evening," he said as he threw the keys back to the 
warehouse supervisor. "I still gotta get me shit out of storage."
"Sure," came the response from the gruff manager. "Tuesday OK?"
"Yeah, fine. Oh, and he's a tenner for the diesel," he told him, passing 
him a banknote and deliberately not checking to see whether it went in 
his pocket or in petty cash.
He had promised Carl he would meet them for a beer and set off towards 
their local. Carl was waiting for him and swore when he came into the 
small inn. "What fuckin' time do ya call this?"
Adam grumbled an apology and got himself, and Carl, a pint of beer 
sitting down on the chair opposite. "How's things?"
"As the fuckin' cunts took me gun license," Carl snapped. "So I've been 
chucked out of the gun club."
"Ahh shit," Adam sighed and Carl shook his head, clearly drunk with 
glazed eyes and an aggressive posture.
"Those fuckin' do-gooding liberal cunts," he yelled. "Fuckin' queers the 
lot of 'em. And when I rang up to kick off, some fuckin' Paki cunt 
answered the phone."
Adam shifted in his seat and scowled at the angry man shouting and 
ranting. "What happened?"
"Yeah well that's the stupid thing. That fuckin' dirty Paki goes and 
rings up the local cop shop and I get two police bitches arrive at my 
door to caution me for using racist language. I told 'em it's my fuckin' 
property and they can fuck off out of it but they just rabbitted on like 
fuckin' old women. I tell ya, this country's going to the effin' dogs."
"Oi," a fierce voice called from behind Carl. "One more swear word out 
of you and you are barred," the barmaid told him and pointing at the 
drunk Preston fan.
Carl turned his head to face her. "Listen love, I'm just havin'a quiet 
drink."
"Ya not," she told him. "Ya shouting. Your shouting foul and abusive 
language 'round my pub. Have a quiet drink or piss off."
Carl swore under his breath and looked at Adam. "Dya hear that?"
"Every word," Adam told him tersely. "But if you shout and swear down 
the phone at them, they probably will take a dim view."
"Ya what?" Carl shouted. "Some fuckin' dirty Paki gets me bollocked off 
the Police and ya thinks it's my fault? I tell ya, they are fuckin' bang 
out of order taking my guns. I need me guns. They're me guns. Ya 
understand?"
Adam rubbed his eyes. "Yes I understand that they are ya guns."
"And some chuffin' cunt of a Police Chief Cunt-stable decides I can't 
'ave 'em and they take 'em. We need a fuckin' revolution in this 
country. Kick out all the poofs, the Pakis, the niggers, the Commie 
bastards, the bleeding-heart fucking liberals. Burn the fuckers to the 
stake or rip their fuckin' ..."
"You. Get out," the barmaid shouted and Carl looked at her.
"No," he told her and she cocked her head to one side.
"I warned you. Get out. And don't come back."
"Carl, come on," Adam pleaded.
"No," Carl shouted and grabbed his pint. "T'is my fuckin' local," the 
skinhead screeched and Adam looked at the barmaid apologetically.
"Carl, come on," Adam said firmly. "Before the Police come and arrest you."
Carl sneered and shook his head. "Police ain't gonna arrest me."
Adam pushed his almost untouched pint of beer to the centre of the table 
and got up. "I ain't getting arrested again with you," he told him."Not 
again."
"Ya what? Ya fuckin' pussy," the drunken man shouted. "It's bein' with 
those gals and that nigger."
Adam shook his head. "Yeah, it's living with three girls, one black 
girl, two lesbians that's made me realise what a total cunt you are," 
Adam said with a grin. "All this mouthing off, it's just fuckin' pathetic."
Carl stared at him, stunned and shocked, looking around the pub at 
everyone watching him. "I said get out," the barmaid said to Carl, who 
shook his head.
"Jamie told me. You lived with fuckin' nudists, dain't ya? Always 
lezzing up."
Adam froze and looked at the barmaid with a quizzical expression on her 
face. "I didn't do any lezzing up," he told him with a grin. "But yeah, 
I've been a nudist for three months while I lived with the girls 'cause 
they wanted me to and they felt happier if I didn't wear any clothes 
when they didn't. And ya know what, it was fun, at times. Experiencing 
someone else's culture and beliefs. OK, yeah, there was times when 
living with them was a pain but on the whole, they were cool. And they 
aren't as fucked up as you." Carl sneered and Adam held out his hands. 
"Now the barmaid has told you to fuck off, so I think you should."
Adam waited for a split second, and smiled towards the student barmaid 
grinning at him. She returned his smile as he walked out of the pub and 
strode away from the tavern. He felt a hand push him on the shoulder and 
Carl standing behind him. "What the fuck was that all about? You've gone 
fuckin' soft Adam, living with that fat nigger and that Scottish slut..."
Adam didn't allow Carl to finish the sentence, smashing his fist into 
the face of his friend with as much force as he could muster and 
watching the man stumble against a wall. He grabbed hold of him by the 
throat, pushing him into the brick house behind him. "Don't you ever 
call her that, ya hear me."
Carl gulped and struggled to get free but Adam pushed him onto the 
ground. He scrambled back to his feet and backed away. "You've gone too 
far," Carl mumbled and Adam snorted watching Carl turn and flee in the 
opposite direction.
Without pausing he added Carl's number to his block list on his mobile 
and dialled James; he just had to tell him what happened.
* * * * *
Liam rubbed his hands and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and 
exhaling fully. He could feel his heart beating as if it was out of his 
chest and he felt weak with fear and hunger. He blew through his pressed 
palms and walked into the lounge.
"Mum. Dad," he squeaked and looked at both of them watching the television.
Anne looked over at him. "Come in, love."
"Ummm ..." Liam sniffed and stared, not moving from the sanctuary of the 
doorway.
"You going out?" She asked he shifted his weight from one leg to the other.
"Ummm   I got something to tell you."
His father tore his eyes from the film and looked over at him. "You 
better not have got that girl of yours up the duff," he told him gruffly.
Liam shook his head and took a deep breath. "No. I umm   well Olivia and 
I   we are both ..."
"Both what dear? What's up?" His mother looked at him concerned at the 
hesitancy of her son and he pulled a tortured face.
"We're bi," he blurted out and looked at his parents.
"Buying what?"
"Bi," Liam repeated, his mouth dry.
"Buy?" The balding man asked. "What's buy?"
Liam took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. "We are both bisexual. We 
sleep with guys and girls."
There was a moment's silence and George looked at his son. "Ya what?" He 
snapped."You've been ..."
Liam rubbed his nose and took a deep breath. "I have had sex with other 
guys as well as Olivia and other girls."
"You cheated on Olivia?" His mother cried. "Oh, she will be so ..."
"No, we did it together, we did things together. It's just that she did 
it with a girl and I did it with   well a guy."
"What sort of girl wants to go out with a nancy that fancies other 
boys?" George thundered.
Liam threw his arms out in front of him and shook his head violently. 
"It's not like that."
"And if she is with girls then she doesn't like you."
"She does," Liam cried. "It's what we both want. It's what we enjoy."
"I bet she doesn't know what's going on," the balding man cried as he 
shifted to the edge of his seat and looked at his son. "If she knew you 
were   doing things with other boys, well she'd drop you."
"She encouraged me," Liam blurted out. "She was there. We   it is what 
we both want."
"Fine mess we've made," George said to his wife. "We've got a daughter 
who's shacked up with another girl and a son who's messing around with 
other guys. What's going on with those two?"
Liam rubbed his eyes and shook his head. "It's what I want. It's what 
Olivia wants. Why is this a problem for you if we are happy?"
"It's just a phase," his father thundered. "But you need to snap out of 
it. Not having a son of mine being a nancy boy."
"It's not a phase," Liam cried.
"Sit da-rne," his father snapped and Liam threw his body into a chair. 
"You better start telling me what's going on, 'cause it sounds like 
you're making a right pigs ear of your life."
"What the hell's going on?" Sarah asked as she wandered into the front 
room and took her coat off. "I get invited 'round for Sunday dinner and 
all hell is breaking loose."
"This is your fault," her father thundered. "Putting ideas into his head."
Sarah looked at her brother and shook her head. "Oh you told him about 
the gay sex."
"Yes," George Dayton thundered. "Yes, he has."
"Oh and I guess from your expression, he's also come clean on the 
drug-filled orgies." Liam stared at his sister open mouthed as his 
father growled behind him. "Mum, can I help you make dinner?" she 
muttered and wisely left the room, followed by her distraught mother.
* * * * *
Natalie rubbed her eyes as she opened the front door and called to her 
friends; the house was empty. She had been warned by Sarah that they 
were probably going to be taking the baby to see her family with her 
partner and that she should get her own tea.
The house was eerily quiet as Natalie shut the door and traipsed through 
to the kitchen to get herself a drink; her birthday cards lined up in 
the lounge where she sat down and idly flicked on the television.
Sarah had, very originally, got her a "sixth" birthday card, which as 
her birthday only came 'round every four years was accurate, although 
the children's cartoon that adorned it was quite unnecessary. Her 
friends and her had arranged to go out on the Friday together so after 
the obligatory phone conversation with her family she wearily went 
upstairs to get unchanged and to listen to her music to unwind.
Natalie felt it before she had even closed the door, someone had been in 
her room; something was amiss and she looked around the small bedroom 
expecting to find someone. Natalie didn't like being home alone as it 
always made her a bit nervous but she felt the hairs on the back of her 
head stand on end.
"Huuh-huhhn." She spun around to see Adam in the doorway, leaning 
against the frame. "Hello," he said in a posh accent. Natalie scowled, 
looking at his dark hair and mischievous grin while he was dressed in a 
smart suit.
"What the hell  ?" Adam raised his eyebrows at her and he nodded towards 
her wardrobe.
"Open it," he told her firmly. "Cause I am taking you out. Birthday."
Natalie glared at him. "You what?"
"Taking you out, for your birthday," he told her. "It's not every day, 
or indeed every year for you. I know it fits." Natalie smiled at him and 
opened the wardrobe door to see a beautiful dress. She turned to him and 
shook her head.
"Sorry, but it'll take more than a dress and a meal for us to have what 
we could have had. I'd rather  "
Adam's eyes dropped to the threadbare carpet. "Rather not spend it with 
me 'cause you thought I was demanding sex? I wasn't Nat, I promise."
Natalie pursed her lips together and nodded. "I guess. I think we are 
just too different. I mean, I got to like you but   I don't like what 
you do, or your friends and   "
"I ain't seeing Carl no more," Adam told her and she smiled.
"Good."
"No. I ain't sharing his views and we 'ad a bit of a row. Got kicked out 
of the Crown and I umm   sort of punched him when he had a go at Tabitha 
and you. He was a proper twat." Natalie sighed as he spoke angrily. "But 
I do like you. I   err   well I liked spending it with you. It's been a 
fun few months. I don't want it to end."
Natalie stared at him and twitched. "I'm sorry, it's just that  "
"I know, I know."
"You don't know," Natalie snapped. "That's the problem. You see me as 
just a girl, the same as all the others, but I am not. If I'm annoyed, 
it's because I'm on my period or because of something petty. You've 
planned my birthday for me, my dress, a meal. You've even got Sarah and 
Tab out of the way, right?"
Adam nodded. "Well, they were happy to leave us."
"Us," Natalie shrieked. "You didn't ask what I wanted to do, you just 
planned it. You had no idea what I wanted to do so you decided instead 
of asking. No idea what I am feeling. And I know you meant well but I am 
my own person and I don't like being organised." Adam went to speak but 
Natalie pushed him on the shoulder. "I got made redundant today, on my 
birthday. I go at the end of next month. Oh, and I'm a thousand pounds 
overdrawn, I owe Sarah a hundred for the bills, I got two grand on my 
credit card and ..." She gave a dramatic sigh and squeezed her nose. "I 
got a car that needs a new exhaust, it's making a horrible sound and  " 
Natalie tailed off and sniffed back some tears, her hands going to her 
face. "I don't want this."
"I had no idea," Adam said tersely and put his arm on Natalie's forearm. 
"Come on," he muttered. "You can talk about it and ..."
Natalie swung her arm around to shake off Adam's hand and she glared at 
him. "Please," she cried. "Just leave me alone," she hissed. "I don't 
need   this. I told you I've just got out of a relationship and I 
certainly don't need another one. You're a nice guy, Adam, but no. I 
just want to be alone, today. OK?"
Adam tried to take her hands again but she pushed him away and ran down 
the stairs, leaving a startled Adam and the dress in her room. Adam 
swore at himself, following her down the stairs but she was out of the 
front door before he could reach her. He swore and picked up his phone, 
selecting a number in his address book.
Surely, it would have been easier if Natalie had just asked for help?

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