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Chapter XVI
"Mum," Sarah cried as she burst into the lounge. "Oh hi Dad, where's Mum?"
"What is it, love?" The concerned face of Anne Dayton looked up from the 
doorway to the dining room to see their daughter holding baby Lara in a 
basket and put it down at the feet of her worried mother.
"Fine. Can you look after Lara please?"
"What?"
"It's only for two hours. Tabitha's been for a check-up and I'm meeting 
her." Anne looked down at the sleeping baby in the basket, still 
undisturbed by the swinging her daughter had just inflicted upon it in 
the wicker travelling cot.
"Are you alright dear?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine. There are spare nappies and stuff in this bag, two 
bottles and two cartons of milk. And a spare change of clothes. You 
remember how to change a nappy?" Anne scowled at Sarah as she slid off a 
backpack and nodded towards her. "Sure?"
"I'm fine. What is going on?"
"I'm doing something I should have done awhile ago."
"What is it?" Anne asked but her daughter had gone. The front door 
closed and she turned to her husband, who had put his newspaper down and 
watched as his daughter ran past the lounge window.
There was a whimper by her feet and she looked down to see baby Lara 
stretching and opening her eyes.
"Well you said," George Dayton muttered, but his wife sneered.
"I am doing dinner," she told him and passed him the bag. "Bond with 
your grand-daughter. And don't forget to support its head."
George hissed and protested but got little sympathy from his wife. He 
undid the bag and got the baby out of the cot, supporting the mixed-race 
infant by its head. Lara looked up into George's eyes and he rocked it 
slowly, smiling involuntarily.
Lara spluttered and cried, the loud cacophony coming from such as a 
small baby and George yelled into the kitchen. "It's crying."
"I can hear. Give it something to eat," Anne told him. "It's about 
dinner time."
George grumbled and put the baby down on the floor while he fished 
around in the bag before extracting a carton of milk and a bottle. He 
rubbed his nose and shook the milk before trying to open the top.
It split where he was not expecting it and spilt it over him and the 
carpet. He swore loudly but managed to fill the bottle and glanced over 
at the crying baby, holding the bottle up. The baby's mouth closed 
around the bottle and George smiled as a few bubbles rose to the surface 
as Lara ingested the milk.
"You haven't warmed it up," Anne shrieked as she came into the room. 
"And hold the poor thing."
"Does it need to be warm?" George asked and Anne shook her head.
"Yes. I'll get some hot water, stop feeding it cold milk. Honestly ..." 
Anne chastised her husband and strode into the dining room, towards the 
kitchen to retrieve a jug of hot water.
George received screaming for him removing the bottle and put it to one 
side. "I don't know what she is moaning about," he cooed as he picked up 
the baby. "You want cool milk, don't you?"
Lara's mouth opened wider as she screamed into the room, belched and 
covered the front of her "grand-father" in vomit.
* * * * *
Carl ripped the underwear off the blonde woman who was pushed up against 
the rough seats in the back of the minibus. He glanced up at the window; 
he did not want to be disturbed and kissed the rotund woman. "Ya got 
more tats," he told her as she hiked up her shirt above the paunch.
She grunted and nodded. "Yeah. Down Stoke way. Come on, 'fore Richard 
sees us."
Carl snorted and peeled his trousers down, taking out his erect cock. 
Mary cooed at him and blew him a kiss as she gripped his rigid member, 
pumping it slightly with a smile.
"Richard, he can't get it up," she told him for the fourth week in a 
row. Carl grinned as she slid his cock towards her hairy crotch and he 
gripped the back of the seat to gain leverage to thrust his hips forward.
Mary's moistening hole willingly accepted Carl's member and she grunted 
as he pushed forward, closing her eyes. She pushed her fingers down her 
overweight body and let them rest at the top of her slit. From her 
angle, lay down across the back seat, and Carl's position of leaning 
against the back seat, she was able to slide her fingers around her 
clitoris with ease.
Carl grunted and moved his left hand to grope her breasts. Mary looked 
up at him and groaned. "What ya gonna do to that Paki scum?"
"Fuckin' beat 'em up," Carl told her and rammed his cock against Mary. 
She swore and sneered.
"And rape 'em?"
"Show the dirty fuckers what a real man is like," Carl replied and 
squeezed Mary's breast.
"Yeah?"
Carl's rhythm speeded up and he looked out of the back of the minibus, 
picturing himself screwing a reluctant Asian girl who writhed underneath 
him. Mary slid down the seat slightly and pushed her legs as high as her 
body would allow.
Carl closed his eyes and groaned, matching the nasal sounds Mary was 
making. She squealed and told him to "hurry the fuck up." Carl felt his 
testicles begin to tighten and felt an urge from within him. He tensed 
his internal muscles, and increased his speed.
"Oh shit," he cried and gripped the back of the worn fabric, looking up 
at the clouds making lazy shapes in the sky. Carl screwed up his face as 
he felt the unbearable pressure in his loins. Mary squirmed and he 
grunted as the first wave of semen squirted down his cock and pumped 
into the overweight adulteress.
Mary looked up at her partner with lustful eyes and caressed his back as 
his body tingled and spewed three more waves of semen into his cheating 
partner. She grunted and wriggled away as Carl mewed appreciatively. 
"Get cleaned up," she told him clinically. She passed him a tissue and 
he wiped his cock, watching her as she mopped up the dripping deposit 
from her loins.
Carl smiled uncomfortably and looked around the minibus. "Ya sure no-one 
can see us."
"Bit fuckin' late," she warned him and fastened her clothes again. "I 
parked it 'ere for a reason. Now fuck off 'fore ya seen. Go kick some 
Paki brains in."
Carl nodded and smiled nervously. "Sure." He stepped off of the minibus 
and closed the door behind him; Mary said she wanted to allow her lover 
chance to leave the area before she disembarked and watched as Carl 
looked up and down the street. He could hear shouting and sirens to his 
left and smiled as he started walking towards it.
Someone was going to get their heads kicked in and the anti-fascist 
brigade rarely stood a chance. There was a deathly silence as he walked 
down the road, the terraced houses bereft of life and energy and he 
smiled; the Police had warned there would be trouble but they were 
chronically outnumbered. His group of assorted militants had the run of 
the streets of the Northern town, beating up gays, ethnic minorities and 
left-wingers. It was if Nazi England was born for just a few hours.
Carl knew it wouldn't last. The Police would arrive in minutes in 
strength and then they would melt away into the countryside but it was 
good while it lasted. After viciously bashing in the face of a Muslim 
student, Carl had sought the wife of Richard, their imperious leader, 
and taken her for their usual embrace in the back of Richard's minibus. 
Now sated, he was eager to do a bit more breaking of bones before the 
Police stopped their party.
"Ow," he cried as he felt himself bundled to the side and down an 
alleyway and up against a wall. He brought his fists up, ready to smash 
them into the side of a Communist when he saw the familiar face of Eric.
"Where you off to?"
"Checking van," Carl grunted and the fat face of Eric sneered.
"Richard wants ya."
Carl looked at him intently, trying to read him for clues - surely 
Richard didn't know about his secret liaisons with Mary? "Sure," Carl 
said without thinking. "Where is he?"
"Over there," Eric muttered and pointed to an adjacent primary school. 
"Away from pigs." Carl watched Eric as he backed away, swinging his 
shoulder around. It still hurt from where Eric piled onto him in the 
alleyway against the wall but he walked down the alleyway and jumped 
over the low fence into the driveway of the primary school.
"Richard," Carl called out as he walked to the end of the small drive 
and past the empty car parking spaces. The small school, grey and 
foreboding surrounded him and he started walking around it.
His heart was beating fast; Richard didn't want to meet him on an 
abandoned playground to wish him well; this was going to end in a fight 
and Carl checked his pockets for his knuckle-duster. The playground was 
empty but he looked and saw three figures, standing with their arms 
crossed on the edge of the small field.
The field was lined with trees and although the school was overlooked on 
every side, the small grassy area was completely shielded. Carl gulped. 
"Richard," he called with inappropriate gaiety. "Ya wanted me."
Richard cleared his throat and watched as the man tentatively approached 
him. He was over 6ft 4in in height and glared at Carl with thick-set 
eyes. "How long ya been fucking my wife?"
Carl gulped and licked his lips. "Listen mate, I dunno what ..."
"I fuckin' saw ya. In Preston. In Darwen and now."
Carl pursed his lips together and glanced away. "A couple of times," he 
said tersely. "She wants it."
Richard sniffed and looked at the nervous man watching for a reaction. 
"The slut might want it. But a fellow soldier. A warrior. A brother. 
It's worse than a fuckin' wog doin' her."
Carl held his hands out. "It was just a one off," he cried and Richard 
shook his head slowly.
"Ya a traitor," he told him. "Ya fuckin' the wives."
Carl shook his head. "No just Mary."
He sneered. "Well the lads want to give ya a hidin'."
Carl shrugged. "Prob'ly deserve it," he replied, knowing that he was 
going to get a battering no matter what happened. He reached into his 
pocket and felt for his weapon: he didn't want to use it against his 
brothers-in-arms, but they would leave him no choice.
"But ya young," Richard told him with a wry sneer and rubbed his hands 
together. "I should fuck ya up."
Carl bit his lip and watched Richard look at his two companions, nodding 
slowly. Richard walked forward, his eyes fixed Carl who retreated slowly 
in fear. "Let's shake on it?"
"I   I am not  " Carl stammered, but Richard held his muscular arm out 
and pointed his hand towards Carl. Carl looked at Richard and 
tentatively moved his hand to embrace Richard's olive branch. Carl's 
eyes were fixed on Richard's and their hands met and they shook firmly.
Richard patted Carl on the shoulder with his free hand. "Ya fuck my 
wife  " he started and watched Carl's eyes as his left arm swung wildly 
and smashed a blade into the side of Carl. He squeezed the fingers of 
the racist as his arm came in for a second and third time. "Ya fuck my 
wife, ya gonna die," he told him and push him to the ground. He stood 
over him, his face smiling and plunged the knife into Carl's body.
Carl gasped as he was pushed away and felt his bleeding side to his 
body. He staggered back and shook his head. "Ya stabbed  " He 
breathlessly whispered.
"Yeah, over there is Gary. He's already dead. What?" He laughed and 
looked at the wide-eyed man. "You didn't really think you were the only 
fuckin' guy she'd screw."
"But ..." Carl muttered and felt his legs give away, collapsing onto the 
floor. Richard passed his knife to one of his companions who wiped it on 
a towel and placed it back into a holder.
"And my wife," he told the dying man as he advanced towards him. "She 
gonna have a very bad road crash tonight." He looked at his two 
companions watching the scene and smiled at them. "Chuck his body in the 
sand-pit with that other cheating cunt."
* * * * *
Liam looked across at Olivia lay on the bed and she grinned. "At least 
they know," she told him and he shrugged.
"Dad was proper pissed off with me. Kept saying girls didn't want nancy 
boys."
"I don't want a nancy boy, but to see you sucking on another guy, it was 
amazing," she told him. "Real hot. And I know you only did it at first 
'cause you were off your tits on   well whatever   but you weren't the 
last two times."
"Yeah, I know," Liam muttered. "And he went fuckin' mental on that as 
well. Sarah told 'im 'bout the drugs and he just lost it. I mean it's 
not hard stuff like crack or heroin but 'e weren't interested."
Olivia smiled at her partner and stretched her legs. "I got a couple of 
lines left," she said proudly and then stroked his arm. "Dad's not back 
'til the weekend and Mum's at her boyfriend's house," he told him. "We 
got all night and tomorrow if we wag school."
Liam smiled. "Just the two of us."
Olivia grinned. "You don't get away that easily," she teased. "I reckon 
Brad and Evie would come over," she told him. "They're bored and you 
know what Coke does to us."
Liam laughed. "Well it makes me well interested," he told her as he 
turned over on her double bed and put his hand over her, touching the 
hem of her skirt. "Get 'em over," he told her, his eyes sparkling.
Olivia picked up her phone and paused. "Does your Dad know where you are?"
Liam scoffed. "Fuck no." Olivia rolled her eyes and Liam scowled. "We 
had another row, he thinks I need to 'man up.'" Olivia ran her hands 
over Liam's bare chest and he looked at her. "I told him that we are 
into submission games and he just lost it. So fuck 'im."
"You need to let him know you are here," Olivia suggested and Liam shook 
his head. "Please."
Liam snorted. "I'll send him a photo later," he said with a grin.
"Liam," Olivia pleaded and looked at him.
"He thinks he can rule my life," the teenager ranted. "He needs to learn 
to stay the fuck out of my life. Keeps thinking that I should be like 
him and that me being bi or a bottom or whatever is a problem."
"Pissing him off isn't the best way to get his acceptance," Olivia told 
him and slid her hands into his trousers. "Just ring him before we 
start, I'll feel better. And if I am relaxed then I am so much hornier," 
she teased and passed Liam her mobile phone. "Otherwise he could turn up 
when you're high and it'll be well fucked up."
* * * * *
"I've looked everywhere for you," he said behind Natalie sat down on the 
path alongside the River Lune. "You don't make my life easy."
Natalie glanced behind her. "I wasn't trying to be found."
"What ya thinking?" Natalie stroked her forehead and said nothing. She 
felt movement behind her and the heavy coat of Adam being wrapped around 
her shoulders. "It's cold out here."
"Is it?" Natalie asked and focused on the river. "I hadn't noticed."
Adam took her hand in his and looked at her. "What ya thinking?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try," he told her and looked up at the moonlit sky. "Well I reckon 
you're worried, it's natural." He waited for Natalie to speak but when 
she didn't he cleared his throat. "Can I tell you a story?"
Natalie looked at him out of the corner of her eye and rubbed the bridge 
of her nose. "If you must."
"My Mum beat Cancer a few years back, we don't talk about it much but 
Dad was proper cut up about it at the time, and they supported each 
other through it. Mum didn't tell me or my elder brother, or sister, or 
anyone. They just tried to deal with it. Thought they were protecting 
us. Thing is, Eddie   sneaky little fuck that he is   he found out Mum 
was going to the 'ospital with Dad and we thought she was going to die 
when he found out she was seeing some oncy-o-logist. We knew some of 
what was going on, but not all of it. And that scared us. I had no-one 
to talk to and I dain't want to lose one of me parents when I was 12. 
All they needed to do was to talk to us instead of hiding it, but they 
just dealt with all on their own, and got stressed 'bout it, and we had 
no idea what was going on."
She glanced over and pursed her lips. "So, I get it. I should talk. I 
just don't know what to say. It's my problem. And I am not sure if I 
want to talk to you anyway."
"Yeah well, I was always told  "
"A problem shared is a problem halved. Only that's bollocks isn't it? I 
ain't giving you fifteen hundred quids of debt so it ain't halved."
"Yeah, but we can fix any car problems, all you need to do is ask." 
Natalie snorted at him and Adam took a deep breath while rubbing his 
hands together. "And you ain't the first person to lose their job?"
"I know   recession and all that. Fucking Tory cuts."
"Well actually," Adam started. "If the Labour Government " He trailed 
off as Natalie glared at him and he shrugged. "Yeah, well, there are 
people who are losing jobs but they get by," he told her airily.
"It's all right for you. Look I ain't been out of work since I was 
sixteen. Even at Uni I had a part-time job. I've been with the coaches 
since I was in my third year and been running that place since I 
graduated. I might have been an Operations Manager but I did 
everything." Adam waited for her to speak and she wiped her eyes. 
"Bloody First in Maths and I all I get is some crappy job. And I can't 
even keep that," she cried.
Adam gulped; he had only ever seen Natalie angry or happy: vulnerable 
was a whole new emotion and he bit his lip. "Look, I know you'll be 
proper annoyed with me for interfering, 'specially after what you said, 
but I phoned up my boss when you stormed out and he told me to tell you 
to arrange to come for an interview." Adam scratched his nose and 
clenched his shaking hands together.
Natalie turned her head and looked at him. "Pardon?"
Adam shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, well, he's slowing down and he wants 
someone between the factory floor supervisor, the logistics guys and 
warehouse shit and himself   a sort of Operations Manager. And he has 
put out the ad, only got 'weak cunts' and 'bullshiting fuckwits' so I 
think you might be in with a chance."
"Hang on," Natalie scowled. "You actually want me to be your boss, right?"
Adam's face twitched. "Well, yes and well, I think it might be a 
nightmare, but I think you'd be good at it. And  " Adam shrugged as 
Natalie glared at him. "Well problem halved and all that bollocks."
Natalie smiled through her tears and sighed, shaking her head. 
"Operations Manager. What does your company do?"
Adam squeezed her. "We make alarms and security systems. Put together in 
the workshop, or factory. Stored in the warehouse, shipped all around 
the world. There's a Sales Team but they are based in some offices away 
from us in the town centre, and there is a helpdesk based there." He 
looked at her face. "They'll have their own manager."
"Why don't you apply for it?"
Adam sighed. "I'm no good at that shit. I'm a workshop guy. I like 
dealing with people not numbers." He watched Natalie twitch and 
continued. "and anyway, the Old Man wants someone bright and I'm not a 
Uni person, I've only just been promoted."
Natalie tapped him on the knee. "Sounds like a big promotion. I won't 
get it," she told him. "But ..."
"But he is expecting you to make an appointment to see him. He likes 
strong characters and  "
"And?" Natalie asked and Adam shook his head.
"Nah, well   ummm   you get the idea."
Natalie looked back over the river and squinted in the darkness. "I want 
to go home."
"Sure, umm, do you want something to eat?"
Natalie shook her head. "No. I know you meant well but I've had a really 
shit day and I just want to go to bed."
"Oh right  " Adam said smirking.
"Alone," Natalie told him seriously and he started the long walk back 
with her to her home. "But you can have your coat back."
"I'm fine," Adam lied, his teeth chattering and body shivering. 
"Honestly, I'm fine, you keep it until I walk you back."
Natalie sighed. "You ain't comin' to bed with me."
"Yes, I know," Adam groaned. "Dya think I only think 'bout sex?"
"Yes," she said. "But thank you, I think."
Chapter XVII
"Tabitha," Sarah cried and held out her arms at the girl emerging from 
the hospital.
"Where's Lara?"
"Mum's got her." Sarah dragged Tabitha towards her and embraced her, 
hugging her tightly. "You OK?"
"It's just a check-up," Tabitha reminded her and Sarah nodded, her heart 
beating quickly. She puffed and rubbed her hands, looking at her 
partner. "Are you OK? You look on edge."
"Me. No. I'm fine, just been to town. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? I'm 
not on edge, why would I be on edge?" Sarah ranted.
Tabitha gripped Sarah's hand and stopped her from walking into the road. 
"Right, what's up?"
Sarah was shaken from her daydreaming by a truck going past her and 
looked at Tabitha. "I'm fine," she dismissed her partner airily. "Of 
course I am fine."
Tabitha scowled and rubbed the back of Sarah's hand. "You are tetchy. 
I'm fine, babe. Just want to get Lara and snuggle up in bed with  "
Sarah pulled her towards a small park on the other side of the main road 
and Tabitha howled in protest as Sarah led her across the busy 
thoroughfare with scant consideration for the traffic that passed inches 
from them.
Tabitha wrenched her hand from Sarah's as they reached the pavement on 
the other side of the road and crossed her arms. "Right, what is going 
on? You are acting weird."
"I am not weird," Sarah replied, bouncing up and down, and grabbed 
Tabitha's hand, dragging her into the tiny park. She looked around and 
stopped on the grass, kneeling down in the twilight and looking into her 
partner's eyes. "Tabitha, will you marry me?" Sarah reached into her 
pocket and pulled out a diamond ring, slipping it onto the Black girl's 
finger.
Sarah looked expectantly, the moist earth soaking into her trousers and 
her hands trembling as she held out the ring case. "Marriage?"
Sarah bit her lip and nodded. "It's February 29th, I am allowed to ask."
"But   wow."
Sarah smiled as Tabitha took the oe750 ring and tilted it, watching it 
sparkle in the sunlight. "So, is that a yes. Are we engaged?" Sarah 
asked impatiently.
Tabitha nodded and wiped her eyes, sniffing. "It's   um   so unexpected."
Sarah giggled and slipped the ring onto Tabitha's ring finger, her face 
ablaze with glee. "Is that a yes?"
"What will your folks think?"
"I don't care," Sarah said honestly. "I want to spend the rest of my 
life with you. Marry me, Tabs. Please?"
Tabitha sniffed and nodded, wiping her eyes. "Yes."
Sarah beamed and Tabitha gestured for Sarah to get up from the mud, 
glancing at the muddy knees. Sarah threw her arms around her fianc,e, 
hugging her tightly.
Tabitha was nearly thrown into the rose bushes as Sarah spun her around 
and then nearly bounced on the spot as they broke their embrace. "I got 
to tell Nat," she cried.
"Can we get my daughter first?" Tabitha pleaded and Sarah sighed.
"I s'pose so," she teased and grabbed her partner by the wrist running 
back down towards the main road.
"Hey Dad," she cried out as she burst into his house and looked at her 
father mopping his shirt. "Surely, you're old enough to not spill shit 
down you," she teased and watched as her father turned around with a 
snarl. "Hey Dad. We're engaged," she said triumphantly. "Look."
Liam laughed from the couch. "Hey, if it's the bride's family that pays, 
does that mean you have to go half each?"
Sarah grunted from the side of the room. "So who pays for your gay Civil 
Partnership then?"
Liam scowled. "I am not gay," he said firmly. "Actually Olivia and I 
were thinking the other day of getting engaged ourselves." George's eyes 
widened and Liam shrugged. "But congrats sis."
"Yeah," George said, getting up and holding his arms out. "Congratulations."
* * * * *
Natalie stretched her feet under her desk and looked over at the 
whiteboard hanging in her office   she had never had an office before 
all to herself and then at the two walls covered with posters. If she 
stretched out her hands, she couldn't touch both sides of her desk at 
the same time   it was a big desk and Natalie Porter felt she had arrived.
She leant to her right, hooking her middle finger over the wood and then 
pushed her body onto the surface, desperately trying to touch the other 
side at the same time when there was a knock on the door. "In," she 
cried, sitting up straight in her chair and she saw the face of Adam in 
the doorway.
"Nat, you wanted the attendance sheets for last week," he told her, 
passing them to his new Operations Manager. Natalie grinned and smiled 
back at him.
"Actually I wanted them to go to Jo for the weekly report," Natalie 
replied in a business-like tone and she flicked through a few of them. 
"But I'll pass them on once I've had a read."
Adam loitered and looked at her. "How is it?"
Natalie lowered her voice, as if she was being bugged covertly and 
looked at her ex-house mate and work colleague. "Really good. Mr Rogers 
has been brilliant, and I've got dozens of ideas to improve the admin 
'round here. Proper positive stuff. I need to talk to you 'bout some of 
them," she told him and Adam grinned.
"How about dinner?" Adam asked rubbing his shaking hands and Natalie 
shook her head. "On you 'cause you're earning fuck loads more than me." 
Natalie licked her lips and sighed. "But we never did have your birthday 
meal, did we?"
"No we didn't   but I've been told to invite you tomorrow to the house 
after work. Sarah and Tab want to see you again and Sarah's cookin'."
"Me?"
"Yeah, I can't believe it either but cha wanted," Natalie waved her hand 
in a circle as a dismissive gesture and her eyes narrowed. "Why was Tom 
absent or late every day last week?"
"Ahhh. Yes, we   he's  " Adam gulped and sniffed. "He's got some home 
trouble, ya know. It's hard for him and  "
"And he doesn't need any trouble at work?" Natalie enquired of the 
nervous supervisor.
"Exactly."
Natalie smiled and looked at him. "Tell him I completely understand," 
she said with a smile. "And if he is late or absent one more time, he 
won't have any work to worry about." Adam nodded and Natalie took a deep 
breath with a shrug. She nodded towards him and gestured him to leave 
which Adam was happy enough to do.
* * * * *
"Liam, Olivia," a female voice cried and the young man adjusted his 
trousers and opened his girlfriend's door. "Hello, Mrs Marshall," Liam 
called and walked to the balcony overlooking their winding staircase.
"What's up Mum?" Olivia cried, coming up behind her boyfriend and 
squeezing her hands around his waist.
"I'm   ummm   going out for night," the elegant woman told her. "Your 
father should have been home but he is staying in London. His mistress 
must be obliging," she said tersely and looked up the stairs. "Is Liam 
staying the night?"
"Ummm   yeah," Olivia replied with a coy smirk.
"Cause he stayed last night and the night before and the night before."
Olivia adjusted her facial expression and looked at her mother wrapping 
a scarf around her. "Yeah, well, he ummm   helps with my homework."
"Yeah well," her mother replied with a snort. "If he stays much more 
then he might as well move in and get his own toothbrush."
Olivia beamed. "Oh Mum, that's great. I've told him to move into my 
room. You don't mind?" She asked and squeezed Liam, not waiting for a 
response. "Come on, let's go and get some clothes from your house," she 
cried and her mother looked up the stairs at her excitable teenage daughter.
"Look Olivia, I think we need to ..." Her voice trailed off as her phone 
vibrated as she answered it immediately.
"Yes Troy. I'm coming. Five minutes. Yeah, sorry. OK. No, it won't. OK. 
Of course I'm not. Yes, I know the rules. OK bye." She looked back up 
the stairs and shook her head, closing the door behind her as she left.
"What was all that about?"
"Mum. She is Troy's sex slave." Olivia waited for Liam to call out in 
exclamation and she squeezed his waist a bit harder. "She thinks I don't 
know that bit, but he's where I get me Coke from. And the other gear." 
Liam turned to look at her and she shook her head. "No, I don't."
"What?"
"I know what you are thinking, I don't do mother-daughter things for 
Troy and I won't. I get it from him as I get it cheap."
Liam bit his lip and let out a deep breath. "I wasn't saying that. I was 
going to ask if your Dad knows about Troy."
"Oh yes. And Mum knows about Poppy. But acceptance is cheaper than a 
divorce," Olivia replied and kissed him on the cheek.
"Cheaper?"
"Yeah, ya see, marriage is just an alliance of convenience really."
"No it isn't," Liam cried out and Olivia smirked at him.
"It is, well it is the way Mum and Dad do it."
Liam sighed and thought for a moment. "But us, me and you?"
Olivia smirked. "We are not a relationship of convenience. And I don't 
think ya Dad will want you to marry me."
Liam shrugged and sniffed. "But if I was to ask, what would you do?"
Olivia grinned and kissed him on the lips. "I would, most definitely, 
take advantage of you while you were down there," she said with a grin. 
"Now come on, let's get some stuff from your house, you heard Mum, move 
in to my room. This is going to be so cool."
* * * * *
"Come on," Sarah cried the moment Adam swung on the door frame and 
looked into the front room. "Strip."
"Strip?" Adam muttered and walked into the room. "I already have done."
"I wouldn't let him in the house until I could see his cock," Natalie 
told her from behind him.
"Yes, and when are you goin' to get your tits out," Adam asked and 
Natalie gasped.
"Is that a way to talk to your boss?" Adam scowled and Natalie tapped 
him on the bridge of his nose. "Sexual harassment and all that?
"Yeah well, I'll take me chances on that one," he snapped in response.
Adam watched Natalie leave the room to go upstairs and he flounced down 
on the sofa next to Sarah. "Not going too well then?"
"Ahh she is a feckin' nightmare at times," Adam moaned throwing his head 
back and looking up at the ceiling. "She is very organised and a bit of 
a hard-nosed cow which is exactly what the Old Man wanted but she's 
sacked four people in three weeks, no sorry, two and a half weeks. And 
I've had to give one of my staff a warning."
"Shit," Sarah muttered and Adam looked at her.
"Yah see. The Old Man reckons Sun's shining from every one of her holes 
but she is so   ruthless. I got a guy, he's 30, kid's got Leukaemia and 
his wife is divorcing him, so really fucked up in the head. I told him 
not to worry about being late and stuff and I'll settle up the hours 
with him later in the year as I don't really want 'im on the machines 
when he is distracted but she's kicked off on one. Today, I've just 
given him a written warning 'cause the vicious one checked his record. 
That's not to mention with-holding Sam's bonus or ..."
Adam trailed off when he saw Natalie emerge from the hallway, holding 
her shoes. She glared at him and he sniffed. "You think I'm a 'feckin' 
nightmare'?"
"Ahhh, well Nat ..." Adam started and Natalie crossed her arms. "Ya 
shouldn't have been listenin'"
"I was undoing my shoes," Natalie spat. "Just so ya know two of the four 
left because they were stealin'. The PA left 'cause I found out she was 
going getting her nails done on company time. Tom's not got anything 
agreed with the company about flexible working," she told him and Adam 
shook his head.
"He agreed it with me, six weeks ago."
"Then why the fuck don't HR know?"
"Cause they know fuck all."
Natalie shook her head and wiped her eyes. "They know fuck all 'cause 
people like you tell 'em fuck all."
Adam grunted. "Yeah well me giving him a warning, it didn't go down too 
well. And I feel like a bastard, it's not why I became a supervisor to 
pick on good guys with sick kids."
Natalie screwed up her face and took a deep breath. "I am not employed 
to be popular with your staff but if I had known, if you had told me, 
things would have been different."
"And Sam?"
"Oh and Sam's bonus has been with-held 'cause I caught him in the bogs 
with a porn mag knocking one out which ..."
"Eewww," Sarah cried and Adam shook his head.
"Yeah, he does that. But that's his choice and he does it in his lunch 
hour."
"He was doing it in the Ladies at 5pm," Natalie hissed back. "But I do 
not need to justify myself to you or to your staff. I am your boss ..."
"Don't I fuckin' know it," Adam snapped and then muttered an apology.
"I see you have a problem, with women telling you what to do," Natalie 
replied coldly. "But ..."
"Just let me manage my team," Adam told her. "You were brought in 'cause 
the Old Man  "
"Mr Rogers," Natalie corrected him and Adam nodded.
"Yeah, well, he wants to stand back a bit, he's not got the health he 
used to have so he wants to slow down a bit, so you've been brought in 
and the likes of Dave and Nathan promoted so there are managers and 
people organising the place when 'e's not there. I don't need to be 
controlled."
Natalie's scowl deepened. "It's my job."
"No, Natalie. It's my job to run the factory, get the 'larms made. I got 
staff to organise and yeah, I may answer to you. As does the QA manager 
and the warehouse and stuff, but that factory was fine two months ago 
and it's fine now. I don't need to be watched and ..."
Natalie took a deep breath. "It's my job," she said slowly and calmly. 
"To make sure all of the areas under my remit are working to the best of 
their ability."
"We are making more alarms, more security systems, more everything with 
two less staff than I should 'ave, thanks to you. How much more 
efficient do we need to be?"
Natalie blinked and wiped away the tears filling in her eyes. "I'm sorry 
if you think I am being a bitch. But I need to get to grips with the 
teams I control   and I could do with a bit more support."
"More support?" Adam cried. "I could do with you not over-ruling me. 
Everyone thinks the same, you need to chill."
Sarah tapped Adam on the knee. "Hey, if you two want to fight," she 
started and waggled an outstretched finger towards Adam.
"No, I don't," Adam murmured and Natalie licked her lips. "Not at all."
Sarah looked towards Natalie who shook her head and undid the white 
blouse underneath her business suit. "Getting changed," she said quietly 
and shut the door on her way out.
"Nice one," Sarah hissed. "You've upset her."
"Now there's a fuckin' surprise," Adam responded sharply and exhaled 
sharply. "I don't mean to upset her, and she's probably doin' a crackin' 
job at her level but she is treading on too many toes at my level. I 
just feel ..." Adam tailed off and shrugged.
"Ahhh   side-lined. Impotent."
"Well yes."
"Insignificant. Unimportant. Pathetic. Spurious."
"Yes, thank you Sarah."
"Unrequired. Violated," Sarah said gleefully. "Powerless. Over-ruled."
"Have you finished?"
Sarah's face twitched and she grinned. "It's natural. New boss   new 
job, everyone's settling in. Ya know I'm getting a new headmaster at the 
end of the year and things change. He might be a twat, or he might be 
great."
"Yeah well, I think she thinks that I am too relaxed or just 
inefficient. I dunno, it's just gettin' to me 'cause I didn't think 
she'd be like that."
"And you still ain't taken 'er out for her birthday?"
"No, but I daren't now although she said no when I asked."
Sarah put her drink down and gestured Adam to get to his feet. "Come on, 
help me dish up."
"Dish up? You ain't cooked nuttin'"
"Slow cooker," Sarah cockily responded and Adam grinned.
"Yes, you are aren't you?" The naked Sarah leapt to her feet, her hand 
striking the hairy backside of her ex-housemate and pushed him towards 
the cool kitchen. "How's Tab?"
"Ahh, she's fine. She's bathing Lara," came the response and Adam smiled.
"Still struggle to see you two as parents."
Sarah pursed her lips together and sighed. "I struggle to see how you 
have fucked things up with Natalie so much and so often."
Adam snorted and Sarah flicked the switch on the kettle before reaching 
down for the cous-cous out of the cupboard. Her arms outstretched, he 
saw her bosom rise and feel a tingle in his loins: Sarah was still sexy, 
however unattainable she might be.
He blew air through his lips and pulled a white oval appliance towards 
him, dishing up five plates of Sarah's Bean Stew as directed while Sarah 
added the cous-cous to the plates. "Go easy on her," Sarah whispered as 
he got ready to take the plates into the dining room.
"She go easy on me," Sarah was told and Adam carried two hot plates out 
of the kitchen. He nearly dropped them when he came face-to-face with 
Ivy, naked.
"What the fuck?" Adam cried and Ivy smirked.
"Sorry," she said and shook her golden hair free so that it dropped to 
her pert bosom and slim frame. "Didn't you know?"
"Ivy is sleeping in your old room," Sarah whispered in Adam's ear. "She 
likes naturism, right?"
Ivy nodded. "Yeah, and Tabby, Sarah and Nat are so much fun. I can't 
believe you argued with them, bro?"
Adam looked at his naked sister, his eyes wandering past her belly 
button and Sarah muttered in his ear, about him being a "dirty old pervert."
"Oi," Adam called out, shaking his attention back to the present. "I'm 
not old." He opened the door to the dining room with the back of his 
hand and put the two hot dinners on the table and turned around to see 
the naked behind of his younger sister through the open doorway going 
into the kitchen. "I've not seen her naked since she was, like ten."
"Has she changed then?" Sarah teased but Adam didn't respond as a naked 
Tabitha, and equally undressed Natalie entered the room.
"You didn't tell me Ivy was living with you," Adam spat at Natalie who 
sighed.
"She moved in on Monday."
He sat down and allowed Sarah to pour some white wine in his glass and 
watched the mother sit down. "Where's Lara?"
"Asleep," Tabitha replied and put a baby alarm on the side. "She's been 
fed." Adam raised his eyebrows at her and she smiled. "I know what you 
are thinking." Adam sniffed and suppressed a smile as Tabitha nodded. 
"Yes, I was out of milk yesterday and did express a squirt in my coffee."
"Tabs," Sarah cried as she sat down. "You dirty cow."
"What?" Tabitha asked and Sarah shook her head. She raised her glass and 
cleared her throat. "We are gathered here today," she started with mock 
seriousness, "to see if our project, to house train Adam, has worked." 
Adam laughed at her and Sarah nodded towards his glass. "Nah, it's good 
to see ya 'cause you've not been to see us."
"Been busy," he muttered. "New boss, she's a right cow." He shovelled a 
big piece of the stew into his mouth and glanced over at Natalie.
"It's all right," Natalie said with a smirk. "I've locked his clothes in 
my bedroom. He ain't havin' 'em back and he can't stay the night."
"What?"
"I'll lend you a dress to go home in," Sarah teased and Adam grunted.
"I don't think it will fit," Ivy muttered. "Adam's a bit   well ... fat, 
I s'pose."
Adam ignored his sister and looked at Natalie. "Why?"
"Until you apologise."
"She is a manager and you will respect her au-thori-tie," Sarah said in 
a silly voice and Adam sighed. She looked at Natalie and Adam glaring at 
each other and shook her head. "Can't you two just make up?"
"Certainly, the moment he grows up."
Adam rolled his eyes and pushed his empty plate away. "Oh, for fuck's 
sake. I'm sorry I said what I said. But it's what me and a few others 
think. Ya a fuckin' control freak."
Natalie put her fork on the plate and cocked her head. "I'm not a control  "
Sarah closed her eyes and groaned. "Can't you end this argument?"
"No," Natalie said forcefully. "I respect him as a supervisor, but he 
needs to realise that I have responsibilities and I need to make 
everything more efficient and if I could trust him to work with me 
instead of against me, it would be so much easier."
"I got an idea," Sarah said cheerily. "I could bang you feckin' 'eads 
together, just as my Dad used to threaten me with, or  " She trailed off 
as she looked at the two scornful faces of her two dinner companions.
"Or what?"
"Well this is obvious what it's about."
"Yeah it's about her not understanding ..."
"No, it's just frustration." She pointed at Natalie and raised her 
eyebrows. "You wanted Adam that night and he was a prick, or you thought 
he was a prick. But you still want him as you imagined he should have 
been. This is all about you taking your frustration out on him for not 
being your ideal date."
Natalie went to protest but she turned to Adam. "And you, you still want 
her, admit it, despite her being your boss. So this is all fuckin' 
lustful frustration and you just need to fuck yourselves silly and get 
it out of ya system, like you did on New Year. Or agree that you two 
ain't gonna get it on. But I don't want this silliness spilling out all 
over my dinner."
Tabitha burst out laughing which was a cue for stifled giggling around 
the table and Adam looked at Sarah. "I've offered to take her out for 
dinner  but I've been knocked back."
"Ya beneath her now," Ivy teased. "She's too good for ya."
Sarah looked at Natalie who shrugged. "Yeah, well. It'll be weird," she 
said defensively. "He's so   Adam. He's moved out, God only knows what 
his place is like now." Sarah held her hands out collecting the dirty 
plates and smirked at Natalie who gave a laboured sigh. "OK, take me out 
for my birthday," she told the naked man.
"Don't do me a favour," he replied and got a kick under the table from 
Sarah. He glanced towards her. "Sorry. Tomorrow, OK?"
Natalie sniffed. "Sure. I'll take the dress with me to work and get 
changed. Nice place though. Not an Indian."
"I'll take my shirt and trousers," he replied stoicly. "How about the 
Japanese on the ring-road?"
"But you are not to tell anyone that we are going out to a restaurant," 
she told him quickly and he sighed. "Well, it won't look too good, will it?"
"I don't think it'll matter," Tabitha replied. "One of the managers at 
my place was knocking off half the checkout girls, no-one cared."
Natalie bit her lip in thought and then looked up and Adam nodding. "It 
can be our little secret," he teased and Natalie's face changed.
"I'll tell you what, I'll give you a massage after tea, to make up." 
Adam smiled at the curvaceous girl and nodded.
"Yeah, cheers. I've missed them."
"Good, 'cause I've been to a new massage class," Natalie announced. "I 
can now do Turkish Massage," she said with a smile on her face. "And I 
need someone to try it on."
"Don't you need a sauna for that?" Sarah asked and Natalie shook her head.
"Nah, not the way I'm going to do it," she was told and the teacher 
shook her head as she left the room, carrying five dirty plates into the 
kitchen.
Epilogue
"What?" James asked. "You never said nothing 'bout no getting keks off."
Teri shook her head. "I said it was OK."
"But it's  "
"Natalie's idea," Adam told him and took off his dressing gown to reveal 
a flowery apron. "It's her thing."
"Why do you have to go out with wild girls?" James asked with a snort 
and Teri unbuttoned his shirt. "I can't believe you didn't tell me about 
this."
"Why?" Teri asked. "You mean to tell me you wouldn't've come? Your best 
friend, and all that. It's his house warming." James grumbled and Teri 
glared at him. "It's our first night without the kid so just shut your 
mouth, OK?"
Adam blushed and hovered, putting his dressing gown on the peg and 
opening the door to the kitchen-cum-dining room. Tabitha and Sarah were 
sat at the table talking to Natalie as pans vibrated on the gas cooker, 
as their dinner simmered.
Adam kissed the naked Natalie on the cheek. "Dish up, love?"
Natalie nodded and got up from the chair, embracing Teri and a very 
anxious James as they came in and gestured towards the table that had 
six chairs crammed around it. "Adam, you better do the introductions."
Adam watched James, covering his manhood, sit down quickly and look 
around the room; he was nervous and uncomfortable but clearly slightly 
entertained by the idea of a naked dinner. "OK, this is James, my friend 
and his long-suffering wife, Teri." The two guests mumbled greetings 
towards Sarah and Tabitha who Adam introduced as "my old house mates, 
who have a kid and are engaged."
Sarah cocked her head towards James. "He knows about us," she said and 
looked at his wife. "We had a sort of a disagreement."
James fidgeted in his chair and looked towards Adam. "Any chance of a beer?"
"Sure, Adam replied and opened the fridge as Teri asked Sarah what 
indiscretions her husband had been up to.
"He was knocking one out to some home made porn Tab and I made," Sarah 
told her as Adam and Teri looked at each other, expecting a response 
from Teri. "We caught them."
"The filthy fuckin' bastard," Teri cried and hit her husband that 
elicited a vocal yell of pain. "Is this true?"
James screwed up his face. "Sort of. Well it was Carl."
"Did you have your hands on your   equipment?" Teri asked in an 
exasperated voice, and James nodded sheepishly. She stared at him 
wide-eyed and snorted. "Have you apologised to the young ladies?" James 
shook his head and she crossed her arms. "Well?"
James blushed as Sarah only just managed to suppress the urge to smile, 
covering her mouth with her hand. "Yeah, sorry."
Teri glared at him. "You are sorry for what?"
"OK, I am sorry for having a wank over your private videos."
Teri shook her head and crossed her arms. "Flaming disgusting," she 
thundered and looked over at Adam. "And I s'pose you were involved as well."
"Red or white?" Adam asked, changing the subject and holding out two 
bottles of wine.
Natalie, stirring the dinner, looked around to see Teri. "Yes he was, 
but he has been dealt with."
"Yes, thank you," Adam cried. "I am not a child." He put the wine on the 
table, took the rice, stirred it before putting it in the sieve over the 
sink, allowing the cloudy water to drain out of the food. Natalie passed 
him a kettle of freshly boiled water and he poured it over the rice, 
washing it liberally.
"Are you going to be OK?" Adam asked Tabitha. "With  " He trailed off 
and pointed at his chest with random hand movements and the young mother 
screwed up her face, looking at Natalie. "Well   you know." He waited 
and when he didn't get a response. "Your tits."
Sarah sighed. "Do you mean, as her titties are full of milk will they 
fall in the dinner?"
Tabitha groaned. "They are big," she told him and held them up.
"She doesn't just fail the pencil test, she fails the remote control 
test," Sarah added and took a banana from the fruit bowl and put it 
under one of Tabitha's breasts.
Adam creased into hysterical laughter and shook his head. "I was 
thinking of the spices and the milk and baby Lara."
"She'll be fine," Tabitha replied, extracting the fruit from her breasts 
and passing it to her lover who couldn't get it to fit under her pert 
bosom and put it to one side.
The rice was joined on the candle heaters in the centre of the table by 
a Lamb Rogan Josh, a Chicken Tikka and a Vegetable Vindaloo   all placed 
in the metal bowls and put on top of the tea candles sitting on the 
heater. Adam pointed out the vegetarian dish as Natalie brought over a 
number of sauces, popadoms, bhajiis and naan breads, as all the diners 
started dishing up their meal onto the mismatched plates laid out on the 
dining table.
"Wow," Teri muttered. "There's a lot of food here. You do all this?"
Natalie smiled. "Adam and me did. He got an Indian cookery set for 
Christmas," she said looking at her house mates. "The burners, bowls, 
some of the sauces."
"It was to make Natalie and Adam spend time with each other," Sarah 
injected. "I think it worked."
Natalie grinned. "It did," Adam told them. "And I am very grateful." 
Natalie pursed her lips and blew him a kiss.
"So you were all house mates?" Teri asked and Tabitha nodded.
"But Adam's left and Nat'll be leaving soon."
Natalie looked up. "Will I?"
Sarah nodded. "Oh you spend two nights a week here, by the Summer you'll 
be spending every night here and then you'll move out."
Natalie hummed. "That's really ..." She stopped and looked at the her 
house mate. "I only spend Fridays and Saturdays here. And if we go for a 
drink after work. Treating my boyfriend's house as a crash pad is a long 
way from moving in with him."
Sarah sighed. "Sorry, it's just   well we can see it." She rubbed the 
back of Tabitha's hand and smiled. "We both can, and we're happy for you."
There was silence as Natalie looked at Sarah, rubbing the bridge of her 
nose. Adam exhaled and looked at the two lesbian partners. "How's the 
wedding planning?" Adam enquired, deliberately changing the subject, as 
he shovelled some curry into his mouth.
"Good," Sarah said instantly and squeezed Tabitha's hands. "Really good. 
But there is so much going on. We sent invites out yesterday and that 
was fun, as I hadn't told the religious wing of our family about Tabitha."
"That's bad if they are going to cause problems," Teri uttered and Sarah 
nodded talking a mouthful of the vegetarian food.
"Yeah ..." Sarah started and then stopped, panting. "Fuckin' hell," she 
shrieked and downed her full wine glass, breathing out dramatically. 
"What the fuck's in that?"
Natalie gasped. "Oh shit. Yeah, ummm   it's sort of a vindaloo. I forgot 
you don't like spicy food." Sarah panted, leapt up and grabbed a glass, 
filling it with water and leaning over the sink, panting wildly.
Neither Adam nor James could resist looking as the young teacher downed 
the pint of water, her body bent over and her rear on display to the 
room. "Hey love, nice arse," James called and then cried out in pain.
* * * * *
"Mr Fox," the nurse said gently, shaking him by the arm. Carl groaned 
and opened his eyes, squinting in the bright light. "I'll turn the 
lights down," she told him and reached over to the switch to reduce the 
brightness. Carl sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Where am I?"
The nurse smiled. "You were attacked, at a rally. You were stabbed."
Carl blinked and sniffed. "Richard. Yeah, the bastard."
The nurse continued to watch as Carl righted himself and sat back on the 
head board. She passed him a remote control to amend the angle of the 
bed and he thanked her, opening his eyes.
She moved the table up the bed and placed a dinner tray on it, looking 
at him. "Do you need any help?"
Carl groaned and screwed up his face as he adjusted himself and the 
nurse held out her hands to support him. "Do you need me to tell anyone 
you are here?"
Carl sniffed and slowly allowed his eyes to come into focus. "No," he 
muttered. "There's no-one."
She pursed her lips together. "Really? I don't believe that." She paused 
for a moment and gave a wry smile. "You've just come out of theatre," 
she told him. "You were very lucky."
"I got stabbed," Carl groaned. "That ain't lucky."
"It missed most of the important bits of you," she said and started 
filling in a chart.
Carl allowed his eyes to focus on the nurse and squinted. "Zenka?"
The nurse smiled "Ss-denka," she told him glancing at her name badge and 
signed the bottom of the page. "I'm from Prague."
Carl shifted uncomfortably and she looked at him. "But you know I was on 
...." he said hoarsely and she nodded.
"Yeah, I know. But it doesn't matter. I am paid to treat everyone," she 
told him firmly. "Even if they no likey me."
Carl took a deep breath and cried out as he did, clutching his front. "I 
ain't part of them no more," he muttered painfully and the nurse smiled. 
"It ain't for me."
She smiled. "Doctor Marquez, he operated on you, he coming to see yaar 
soon." She left the pause hanging in the air. "He save yaar life." 
Carl's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and the nurse 
opened it gesturing a Policeman into the room.
"Mr Fox," a Policeman in uniform asked. "Is it OK to take a statement?"
* * * * *
"Hi Dad," Adam called and looked around the empty garage. "Dad!"
Stuart appeared from the office, adjusting his overalls and looked at 
his son. "Oh hiya Adam, what's up?"
Adam pulled out a present from his bag and passed it over to his father. 
"Happy birthday," he called out and Stuart grinned.
"Ahh cheers, ya didn't have to. Where are you off to? Dressed up like that."
Adam nodded towards the car where Natalie was waiting. "Wedding, we got 
a wedding to go to. Old house mates."
"Oh right. That's where Ivy is today?" Adam nodded and saw movement in 
the office. "Who's ya new lass in the office?"
"Ahh, yeah, she's wonderful," Stuart enthused. "Super organised, and was 
'elping me under a motor the other week." Adam looked around his father 
and gasped.
"Bella," he cried, and the buxom girl blushed.
"Adam, what are you doing here?"
"You two know each other?" Stuart enquired and Adam nodded.
"We had a date," he told him. "Just one."
Bella bit her lip and shrugged. "I got nervous, drank loads, split my 
dress in the restaurant and threw up over him. I was a bit of a gobby cow."
Adam nodded as Stuart laughed heartily. "Look Dad, Bella. I gotta shoot. 
Happy sixtieth," he called out.
"Fuck off," came the response and Adam sat back in the passenger seat.
* * * * *
"Will you straighten your tie?" Natalie asked exasperated and tugged at 
Adam's shirt collar. "You look like a piggin' teenager."
"Will you stop nagging?" Adam told her and slid his hands down his curvy 
partner's silk-clad flanks. "It's not about me, it's about the brides 
and the bridesmaids, and so on."
Natalie shook her head and tottered over to see Sarah descending down 
the majestic staircases of the country manor house. "You look lovely," 
Natalie cooed and called Adam over. "Sorry we are a bit late, we had to 
drop something off in town."
"She means she can't read a map," Adam told her. "She was nearly pushing 
her car out of the mud in her red silk dress." Sarah gave a nervous 
laugh and looked her two bickering friends.
"Dropping the present off took twenty minutes."
"Five."
"Twenty."
"Five," Adam repeated with a raised voice. "And getting lost added an 
hour to a journey."
"An hour? Fuck off. Ten minutes more like."
Sarah crossed her arms, her elegant, understated white dress shimmering 
in the light. "Finished? 'Cause you are an hour early."
Natalie nodded and looked up to see her landlord traversing the stairs 
behind Sarah. She fished in her handbag and pulled out a tatty envelope. 
"Rent money," she cried and held it out to George Dayton.
The balding man grinned. "Cheers Natalie." He turned to Sarah and kissed 
her on the cheek. "Guests aren't 'riving for another hour, I'm just 
going for a walk, get some fresh air."
Sarah waited for him to leave and grinned at Natalie. "Giving his 
daughter away in a lesbian ceremony isn't doin' it for him," she said 
honestly and squinted as he walked out into the spring sunshine.
"So which one of you has the best man?" Adam asked Sarah who crossed her 
arms and scowled, shaking her head.
"I'm sorry," Natalie muttered. "He's still a tit."
"No, but there has to be a best man in a marriage ceremony."
"It's civil partnership," Sarah told him quickly. "But I have the best 
man, it's my brother Liam."
Adam shrugged and looked at his girlfriend smoothing out her red dress. 
"And you are Tab's bridesmaid or Sarah's?"
Sarah touched Adam on the arm. "Is this whole gay marriage thing a bit 
confusing for you?"
"Yes. Why aren't you both wearing big long wedding dresses. Like that 
Kate-whatnot off the telly."
"Kate whatnot?" Sarah asked and Natalie rolled her eyes.
"Kate Middleton?"
"Yeah, her."
"Because it would look silly. So we both have very understated wedding 
dresses that match the red theme of the wedding." Adam looked at her 
body hugging white dress with the red trim and giggled.
"There was me thinking you were going to have a nude wedding."
Sarah looked at Natalie. "We sort of thought of it," she said 
sheepishly. "But Dad said no and Mum just broke down. And I'd have to 
explain to the religious end of the family."
"Yeah, where are they?" Adam asked. "I wanted to keep my distance after  "
"After you flashed them? They rang me up to say I was committing sin 
lying with another girl and they were not going to watch me enter the 
kingdom of Satan."
"Oh," Adam murmured and she shrugged.
"I don't care. Fuckin' nutjobs anyway. Dad's a bit cut up about it 
though. And I got a bit pissed couple of nights ago and sent them an 
e-mail which mightn't have helped relations."
Adam laughed and looked around the room. "Very nice place."
Sarah pursed her lips and nodded. "Hey Nat, have you got time for a chat?"
Natalie sniffed and looked at Adam. "Alone?"
Sarah screwed up her face apologetically and rubbed her hands. "Please."
Natalie leant in to kiss Adam on the cheek. "It means piss off," she 
told him and watched Adam walk into the garden.
Adam took a walk around the grounds, not meeting Sarah's father and 
ended up sitting on the low wall and looking out over the meadow. It 
gave him time to think as he watched a bird of prey on the wing, idly 
circling the fields searching for it's dinner. Adam pondered the 
previous six months: it had certainly been a roller-coaster. He had lost 
a friend in Carl but gained two with his temporary house mates and had 
ensnared the lovely Natalie as well.
Natalie was not an "easy" girlfriend, and while she was not high 
maintenance with regards to monetary spend, she could be demanding with 
his time and his energy. Most of all, Natalie made him smile, and once 
they had worked out their problems at work, it all became much easier.
In essence, Adam was truly happy for the first time in years. He heard 
his name and saw Natalie standing at the foot of the path. "There you 
are," she called. "Come on."
"Sarah OK?"
Natalie smiled and walked up to him, shaking her brunette hair out of 
her face. "Yeah, she's just a bit nervous," Natalie muttered. "It's a 
big step."
Adam jumped down from the wall and smoothed out his trousers. "Ready?"
"Yeah, let's get in the hall. Peeps will be arriving soon." Adam held 
out his hand and Natalie took it, beaming into the eyes of her boyfriend 
as they navigated their way back to the main house.
"It's a bit posh," Adam whispered as they filed into the giant hall and 
took their seats at the front. "I feel like I should be a servant not a 
guest."
Natalie suppressed a laugh and squeezed his hand. "Should be posh," she 
muttered back. "Sarah's dad has coughed for the lot."
"Christ," Adam whispered back. "Must be settin' him back a bit."
"Yeah, and ya know the house I live in, well he is giving it to Sarah 
and Tab as a wedding gift."
"Oh, do you want to move in with me then."
Natalie screwed her face up. "No. I'll just pay rent to Sarah not George 
but Sarah doesn't know about it, so don't tell her. It's for when they 
have any more kids, it's a nice family home. Four bedrooms, nice area."
"But you could move in."
Natalie looked at him and smiled. "I sort of have, haven't I? I mean I 
spend three nights a week at least. But I like my own space."
"Oh," Adam muttered. "It's just  "
"You want me to?" Natalie asked, finishing the sentence for him.
"Well, yes," Adam told her.
"Well I like my own space. When the rental agreement comes 'round in 
three months I might think about it."
"It would be ..."
"Ssshhhh," Natalie hissed and they stood up as Sarah and Tabitha both 
walked down the aisle, being led in by a big black woman and Sarah's 
father.
"Who's she?" Adam whispered.
"Her ma, who do you think?"
Adam didn't get a chance to respond as the registrar, a middle-aged man, 
coughed and started speaking. He called on the Best Man to provide the 
rings, and Liam, sat next to Natalie got up.
It was an informal ceremony, but still intimate and loving, and Sarah 
tripped over her lines on more than one occasion through nervousness. 
Natalie kept dabbing her eyes and squeezing the hand of Adam as the 
ceremony unfolded.
The two lovers had to put their bouquets down when they were told they 
could kiss, the two girls hugging and then embracing in front of their 
families. "They're a bit full-on," Adam whispered.
"They're in love," Natalie whispered back. "It means everything to them."
Adam pursed his lips and the couple disappeared behind a curtain to sign 
a registrar before posing for photographs. The next twenty minutes was 
taken up with every combination of photographs   the Kwame family, the 
Dayton family, the house mates, Sarah with the teachers, the wedding 
party and just the two of them. Adam was glad he wasn't in many of them 
and just stayed at the back talking to Liam and one of Sarah's 
colleagues, who thought very highly of the newly-married teacher.
"Flowers!" Sarah cried as the photographer packed away his camera and 
she grabbed Tabitha. "Come on. Girls behind us." She sighed. "No, not 
you Mum. Unless you want to get married again."
"Not at these prices," the voice of her husband called from the crowd.
Sarah looked behind her and then at her partner. "You first," she said 
holding onto her posy of red roses and Tab looked back.
"Both together."
They giggled, held out the flowers in front of them and threw them up 
into the air, arcing back towards the dozen guests.
Natalie shrieked, Sarah's bundle of flowers was clearing everyone and 
was coming down towards her at the back. She stepped back and as the 
women in front of her jumped, they just brushed the flowers and it 
landed in her hands. She turned to Adam, holding it aloft, grinning. 
"Well come on then, propose," she told him.
"Would you say yes?"
"Would I fuck," Natalie said instantly and laughed. "But I am next to 
get married."
Liam patted Adam on the back. "Your days of freedom are over, buddy," he 
teased and Natalie laughed; emerging from the scrum of women attempting 
to catch Tabitha's bouquet was Olivia, holding it aloft proudly.
"Unlucky," Adam replied and Olivia's eyes narrowed.
"Liam. I would say yes," she told him and pursed her lips. "Whenever 
you're ready."
Adam looked at Natalie staring at him. "Why are Lancashire girls so crazy?"

Additional Story: Lucy gets a shock
Codes: MF, nudism
(If you don't know why this is here then you didn't read the Note from 
the Author at the front of the book; you naughty boy/girl! Basically, 
this is the short story that sparked the idea for the book)
Lucy skipped as she walked down the tree-lined avenue towards her 
boyfriend's small house and had to check her directions; she had only 
been there once before and it had been dark then. Since that time Jack 
had expressly forbidden her from going back, saying that he lived in a 
dangerous part of the town and that she would be at risk if she visited.
Lucy didn't feel in any danger. The road was well lit and although the 
Sun had long since disappeared below the horizon, being replaced with a 
fearsome wind in the night sky, there were enough cars and people about 
to make her feel safe. She had thought of ringing him and asking him to 
meet her at the bus stop but that would have spoilt the surprise   it 
was his birthday in three days and although their relationship was new, 
she wanted to treat him. She wanted him to not expect her and then offer 
him a present, and a night of lustful satisfaction.
She felt a warm glow as she remembered how they had met, two lonely 
pairs of eyes glancing at each other over the dance floor in the Student 
Union nightclub. He looked rugged but appealing and she had watched as 
he walked around the sweaty, writhing masses of drunken students and sat 
down next to her in the seat vacated by her friend who was now just a 
few feet in front of them doing wild pelvic thrusts to the music.
He had smoothly introduced himself, told her that she looked lovely and 
offered to buy her a drink. Lucy felt under a spell, few people ever 
came up to her to talk to her, she was "too flat-chested" for men to 
take a real interest in her, and gleefully accepted his charm.
Jack enticed the girl onto the dance floor and plied her with drinks, 
causing her classmates to look on enviously. It was unheard of for the 
diminutive girl "to pull" and they not find anyone to even dance with 
but despite the obvious attempts at ensnaring attention, they had not 
managed it with ever shortening skirts or increasing cleavage.
Lucy was whisked away at the end of the night, barely able to stand up 
and leaning on her date, into the town centre and then guided back to 
her house. Jack had taken the opportunity to wrap his arm around her and 
although he certainly felt her left breast as she walked, made no moves 
on the drunken girl. Lucy was too drunk to notice and if it wasn't for 
her address on her provisional driving license, Jack would have had no 
idea of where to take her.
Jack had calmly deposited the girl with Nina, her red-headed house mate, 
who had had to be raised from her bed, and left his phone number on a 
piece of paper in her purse. She had been too paralysed to notice that 
evening and he'd wondered if she'd notice as he had idled back to his 
house a mile and a half away.
Lucy had rung his mobile, and ended up arranging to meet him in the 
small Irish pub for a late lunch the following day, which they had ended 
up with Jack taking her to feed the ducks at the nearby pond. She warmed 
to him; he was kind and calm with her and certainly arranged to meet him 
again as he seemed genuinely interested in her.
Their trip to the cinema ended up with them at her house in bed and for 
the following month they had met every other day on campus, in town or 
at her house but she had only been to his house once, but had not been 
inside.
Lucy had not had a proper boyfriend since she'd had left the small town 
of Worcester to go to University and found the new relationship 
exhilarating. She loved finding out about her partner, his likes and 
dislikes. He was enchanted by her tattoos on her waist and she was 
thrilled he loved her back massages.
She was still reluctant about being naked around him. She was only a 34A 
cup size and most of her friends were much bigger. Although she used to 
"fill out" with "chicken fillets" and padded underwear, she didn't want 
him to see the real her, no matter what he said about liking all of her. 
Men lied and if breast size was not important then why was Jordan so 
popular?
Due to her self-image, their carnal activities were conservative and 
conducted with Lucy retaining a degree of coverage, whether it be her 
nightie, top or bra. She just couldn't be naked, much to her new 
partner's frustration.
Lucy held the present in her hand; she had three days without lectures 
and she knew Jack was similarly unoccupied. They could have two nights 
together and she could meet his house mates. He talked a bit about them 
but she had never actually met them.
She'd written the directions down when they had had to visit him a 
couple of weeks ago and she looked up to see number 32, a terraced house 
with a battered Fiesta in the drive. Lucy smiled and strode up to the 
house, knocking loudly; she could hear music from inside and bit her 
lip. Jack would be surprised to see her.
There were footsteps behind the door and Lucy steadied herself, ready to 
throw her arms around Jack and kiss him on the lips, to slide her hands 
over his body and grin expectantly at him. She waited and watched as the 
door opened.
There were two shrieks, one from a shocked and unprepared Lucy, the 
other from a large naked girl standing in the hallway, faced with not 
her boyfriend but the shocked face of a stranger.
"What is it?" Jack asked, appearing from the lounge and Lucy's eyes 
widened, he was naked as well. "Lucy?"
"Jack?" Lucy called and stared at his unclothed body. "What the hell  ?" 
Lucy didn't quite know how to finish when a third naked person arrived 
from behind Jack, a completely flat-chested diminutive girl with 
freckles and a long brown hair.
"What is it? It's cold, come back to the warm," she cooed and Lucy shook 
her head slowly.
"No wonder you never wanted me to come here," Lucy started and threw her 
present   a bottle of whisky   at her boyfriend's feet. "You were 
cheating on me all along!"
"No!" Jack cried out but Lucy had turned on her heels. Without thinking 
the muscular student pushed past his house mate and ran down the end of 
the drive, still naked in the icy wind. "Lucy, come here!"
Lucy turned out of the driveway and started walking down the street when 
Jack caught up with her. She pushed his hand away as it touched her arm 
and carried on walking but he was insistent. "Lucy, it isn't what it 
looks like."
"Oh come on," she scoffed. "What else is there? You naked with a couple 
of girls?"
Jack took a deep breath and gave a shiver. "Can we go inside please, 
it's cold."
"No," Lucy said firmly. "I've got nothing to say to you."
Jack took a deep breath. "Well I've got something to say to you. To show 
you. Please." He looked at her with imploring eyes and Lucy shook her 
head, going to move away from him. "I'll keep following you until you 
talk to me," he told her. "And it is fucking freezing out here. It being 
November and in Lancashire, after all."
"Well you shouldn't be naked then," Lucy barked back. "And screwing 
those girls!"
"I'm not. Please Lucy. Come back for five minutes, I want to explain. 
And you can ask the girls, I am not cheating on you. But I do have 
something to tell you," he pleaded again, shivering.
Lucy took a deep breath and suppressed a titter at his shrivelled appendage.
"OK," she muttered and Jack put his icy arm around her. There was a toot 
of a passing car horn. Even for a town that consisted mostly of 
students, the sight of a naked man escorting his clothed girlfriend was 
not a common sight.
As they walked in, Lucy saw the girls were sitting in the warm lounge, 
silently watching them. She gasped in shock as she saw another naked 
woman sat in the armchair, her features well defined by the flickering 
from the fire burning brightly. "Take a seat," Jack offered and Lucy 
screwed up her face.
"I'd rather not," she said and Jack closed the door to the lounge and 
then persuaded her to sit down. He knelt down next to her and looked at 
her in the eye.
"I am not a cheat. I'm a nudist," he told her, his heart beating 
furiously and licking his lips. He took Lucy's cold hand in his and 
looked into her eyes. "I promise I have not touched my fellow house 
mates, but we live together in the nude. All day, and that is why I 
never wanted you to come here. But I never touch them."
Lucy grunted and went to speak but Jack took her hand to his mouth and 
kissed her hand. "We met last year and found we all wanted a nudist 
lifestyle," the chubby girl told her and they looked at Jack and then Lucy.
He introduced the chubby girl as Theresa who grinned back and offered 
Lucy a drink. She stammered, not quite sure what to say and Jack nodded. 
"Glass of wine please," he asked and then introduced the small-breasted 
girl as Olivia and the obscenely beautiful woman sitting in the corner 
as Lynda. "There is Robert as well but he is at his girlfriend's pad, 
he's coming over later."
Theresa returned with a glass of wine for Lucy and she took a huge gulp. 
"Why didn't you tell me?" Lucy asked and Jack shrugged.
"It is not easy to tell someone you live in the nude. I do my essays 
wearing nothing, I write text messages and e-mails to you naked. Hell I 
even cook and eat naked. It's not easy when you first meet someone, I 
scared my last two girlfriends away by being a 'bit unusual'," he told 
her, making his point with hand gestures. "I didn't want to scare you away."
Lucy bit her lip and Lynda looked across. "My boyfriend didn't like it, 
so we don't date any more. I would've thought he would've wanted to 
spend all day looking at my body but he said 'no it wasn't right' and 
that was that."
Lucy nodded and gulped the rest of the wine in her glass which Theresa 
refilled. "I'm sorry," Lucy muttered. "I shouldn't have accused you."
Jack forced a brief smile. "No, I wouldn't cheat on you. But you see why 
I couldn't tell you." Lucy ran her hands through her hair and looked at 
her partner with a smile. "You see why when I said I don't mind what 
size breasts you have, I mean it."
Lucy spluttered. "Well  "
"The human body is nice, no matter what. I'd love to see all of you," he 
told her and Lucy took another gulp of wine.
"I can't," she muttered and Olivia looked up from the floor, her legs 
crossed.
"Well I am a 32AA," Olivia said. "And I don't have a problem."
The well endowed Lynda laughed, she leant back in the threadbare chair 
and smiled at her friend. "It's why she doesn't wear a bikini."
"Got nothing to put in it. Even Jack has more up there than I do," she 
quipped, glancing at the pectoral muscles of the well built student. 
Olivia brought her hands through her short hair and looked at Lucy. "I 
got called a guy the other day."
Lucy bit her lip and went bright red, the sight of the naked bodies 
excited, repulsed and shocked her at the same time. She needed to get 
out of the room to think, and her eyes meeting Jack's imploringly. "I 
umm, I  "
Lynda took a deep breath. "We know you are scared and embarrassed," she 
said. "Jack's told us and been worried about you."
Lucy's eyes sparkled and she turned to her boyfriend. "You've been 
talking about me?"
Jack spluttered and rubbed his nose. "I've been worried about you," he 
admitted. "I mean, I really like you and you don't seem happy with your 
body at all and I can't see why. I like it. It just doesn't seem right, 
so I asked them, what issues they had. With self-esteem and all that."
Lucy gasped, how could her boyfriend talk about her behind her back? "I 
do not have self-esteem issues," she thundered and waved her finger in 
Jack's face. "I just choose not to undress for you to see."
Jack bit his lip and Lynda spoke. "Prove it."
"Pardon," Jack and Lucy said in unison.
"Prove it. If you have no self-esteem issues with your body join us. 
Everyone who comes here does. This is the nudist's house, be a nudist."
"Come on," Lucy replied and took another gulp of the wine as Theresa 
interjected.
"Be fair, we only date nudists or people happy with the lifestyle. We 
can't expect Lucy to yield to us if she's not comfortable."
Lynda snarled. "Damn you and your clothing optional ideals! It's nudism 
babe, because people are nude, not badly dressed. And Jack is dating 
her, so she should be happy with us going around starkers."
Jack stopped the well repeated argument and Olivia looked up from the 
floor. "You have more going on than me," she told her.
There was a pause as Lucy digested this and Lynda chuckled. "You're such 
a prude," she told her and looked at Jack with a grin. "I warned you. 
You need to go out with nudists or girls from Essex."
Jack shushed the elegant girl, leaning back in the chair to display her 
body and squeezed Lucy's hand. "It's up to you. If you don't feel 
comfortable then it's fine."
Lynda snorted. "Of course she won't."
Lucy sighed and slowly got up, her head spinning. "OK, Lynda, I will, 
just to show you."
Jack noticed the swaying and inwardly groaned; Lucy got very tipsy if 
she ingested alcohol too quickly and counted the two drinks in just a 
few minutes and knew that her inhibitions were lowered. He thought about 
stopping her; she wouldn't be doing it if she was completely sober but 
wondered if it would do her good. In the end, he watched as his 
girlfriend took of her shoes and socks, slid out of her jeans and then 
removed her jumper and blouse to be standing in just her underwear.
There was silence, as she slowly unpeeled her unadventurous white 
knickers to reveal her trimmed bush and then hesitated. "I can't," she 
muttered and Jack put his arms around her to hug her tightly.
"S'ok," he muttered. "Just relax."
Lucy whispered in his ear. "I just can't take it off, it is, I just 
can't." Jack smiled and rubbed Lucy's back, gently unclipping the bra 
strap and pulling the garment off as they parted from their hug.
Lucy gasped and immediately covered herself up, swearing at her 
boyfriend who just smiled.
"You're naked," he told her. "You've done it."
Lucy shook her head and reached down to get some clothing, any garment 
but Jack tutted and moved them out of her reach into the corner of the 
room. "You do have nice breasts," Olivia told her, "and I love the 
tattoos, the star and is that a cuckoo?"
Lucy sniffed and huddled into the chair. "Come on," Jack told her and 
held out his hand. "Shall we go to the privacy of my bedroom." Lucy 
nodded and leapt up, facing her boyfriend and away from his house mates. 
"Before you go, I want you to flash yourself to them."
Lucy gasped and scowled. "No," she muttered. "Please Jack," she cried 
and wiped her eyes with her right hand before returning them across her 
chest.
"It will do you good," Jack told her firmly and Lucy shook her head.
"I just want to go upstairs," she told him. In the end Jack brought the 
girl into his arms, kissed her, his cock filling with blood and poking 
her trimmed pubic hair and then she turned to leave the room.
Lucy pushed Jack onto the bed the moment they reached his bedroom and 
stared at him with concupiscent eyes. "I can't believe you spend all day 
with nothing on," she told him and brought her hands away from her 
breasts, holding them outstretched. "This is me."
Jack cooed at her smooth orbs, they may only have been an "A" cup but 
she looked lovely and sexy. "I wish you would have let me see all of you 
earlier," he told her and Lucy bit her lip.
"But Lynda's breasts are like out here," Lucy replied and did a highly 
exaggerated motion with her hands to indicate that they were like a "H" cup.
"I don't think so," Jack replied disdainfully and then pulled his 
girlfriend onto the bed alongside him. "But I don't want to talk about 
her, I want to put my mouth on your lips."
Lucy smiled and puckered up, but Jack slid down the bed and parted her 
legs gently, kissing the top of her thigh. "Oh very funny," Lucy 
replied, she had not let Jack go down on her because it was "dirty" but 
Jack didn't stop, kissing and caressing the inside of her thighs with 
his lips.
She sighed and rolled her lip between her teeth, Jack was being gentle 
but careful as his mouth darted over her thighs, and labia. She 
half-wanted to stop him but it felt nice, and she was feeling 
adventurous. She felt her resolve crumbling especially when his hands 
caressed her smooth body, gliding over her silky skin. He touched her 
petite breasts and rolled the nipple around in his fingers.
Lucy gasped and then groaned, Jack's tongue had reached her moistening 
crevice. She wanted to close her legs, but it felt too good. Her 
boyfriend was doing something "dirty" and she was enjoying it; what was 
wrong with her?
Jack was gently and careful, slowly running his tongue over her crack 
and flicking it over her clitoral hood before lapping gently at her 
hole. Lucy cried out, she felt awash with a tension, a powerful itch 
that she rarely experienced.
Jack sucked and kissed her clitoral hood, his tongue delving into her 
ridges to slide over her hiding pearl and Lucy cried out, groaning 
loudly. Her previous beaus had never touched her like that and she 
pushed her body into the mattress. Jack withdrew his hands and pushed 
Lucy's legs further apart before sliding a finger along her lubricated 
crack and into her sex.
Lucy sighed and groaned the moment Jack touched her, the oral assault on 
her clitoris combined with the gentle touch of his finger that was 
exploring her insides made her body tingle. She gasped as she held her 
breath before panting and crying out, Jack was sucking on her engorged 
clitoris and she screwed her face up, her loins electric with tension.
Lucy screwed up her hands, she could feel the elusive feeling building 
inside of her. She had only experienced an orgasm a few times with her 
partner, her general malaise towards foreplay not helping in her 
achieving them, but she dug her nails onto the bed as the expectation 
grew inside of her. She could feel it, it was there.
Lucy closed her eyes and emitted a barrage of impassioned mews. Jack was 
swivelling his fingers in and out of her moistened hole and using his 
thumb to rub against her anus, it was an experience like nothing she had 
ever experienced and she groaned and held her breath with a cry.
Jack felt her legs start to twitch. He rotated his fingers so his 
knuckle was at the back of her sex and as he ran his tongue as fast as 
he could over her button pressed against the inside of her wall with his 
quivering fingers.
Lucy waited, holding on for as long as she could, she wanted to savour 
this moment, but it was no good. With a grunt and a groan, it came. Lucy 
came.
Waves of decadent pleasure swept over her as her vaginal muscles 
tightened, her thighs shuddered, her fingers dug into the the lumpy 
mattress and her body shook; the intense eruption, starting from her 
pelvis enveloped her and pushed her into the bed.
She screeched, her head back and her body shaking, as Jack didn't let 
up, frantically whirring away at her G-Spot. "It's   oh fuck," Lucy 
cried out and glanced down panting at her boyfriend between her legs. 
She pulled his face up and he slid up the bed, his leaking cock sliding 
effortlessly down her moist slit.
She looked lustfully at him, and nodded, waiting as Jack's expectant 
member glided into his willing lover. She groaned as he impaled her, his 
hands sweeping her legs back. Lucy looked at him as he slowly withdrew 
and then came forward again, he was building up a slow rhythm and Lucy 
moved her hips in time with her partner.
Jack was incredibly horny, he liked watching his partner orgasm and 
loved the taste of a woman. Lucy was sweet and succulent and he drove 
his cock as far as it would go.
Lucy gratefully kissed him, his phallus pounding into her womanhood 
frenetically. Lucy gave nasal groans, and sighs and broke from their 
kissing to pant. Jack lowered his head and kissed her neck.
He grunted, he was near. He closed his eyes and gripped his girlfriend's 
shoulders, pushing her deep into the bed, before grunting.
He prolonged it as best he could, desperately slowing down and holding 
on to his climax, but their motions proved too much and Jack cried out, 
filling the unprotected Lucy with his seed.
They stayed there as Jack rocked back and forth, eager to tease the last 
of the aftershocks from his loins and slumped against her, panting 
furiously.
"Wow," Jack said with a grin and kissed his girlfriend. "Thanks."
Lucy smiled and resumed kissing him. "Thanks too, ahh that was cool."
They stayed panting for a few moments before Jack slowly withdrew his 
semen covered cock and reached for some tissues. Lucy giggled as she 
cleaned herself up and then threw the tissue in the corner of the room 
into a makeshift bin.
"Can I borrow a T-Shirt?"
"What for?"
Lucy lowered her voice. "Because everywhere is just gooey," she 
muttered. "I don't want people to see that as I walk to the bathroom."
Jack laughed and opened the door, pushing his freshly-orgasmed girl into 
the landing outside his room. "You're fine, we see everything in this 
house."
"Jack," she implored and then hissed at him, catching the sight of 
another guy with a red-haired girl behind him. Lucy gasped, coming up 
the stairs with Robert, as naked as the day she was born, was her house 
mate. "Oh shit, hi Nina," Lucy muttered and Jack smiled.
"Ahh yes, that's something else I forgot to mention," he said with a 
smile and Lucy slapped him on the arm.
Nina and Robert darted into the adjacent bedroom and Lucy, stunned, 
cleaned herself up in the bathroom. In less than hour, she had 
discovered her boyfriend and best friend both liked spending their 
waking hours naked, and allowed her boyfriend to stick his face and 
tongue in her "dirty" place. What had happened to her?
A few moments after leaving the bathroom and hearing Robert and Nina 
start what they had just finished coming through the wafer-thin walls, 
made them decide to be sociable in the lounge, just as Lynda was getting 
out a game.
"I s'pose that means I can be a nudist at your house now?" Jack teased 
as she sauntered in and Lucy bit her lip; she still wasn't totally 
comfortable with it but the sight of Olivia with her tiny breasts being 
bold and confident had certainly impressed upon her that maybe Jack 
wasn't too wrong: she shouldn't be ashamed of her body.
"Maybe," Lucy replied and eyed her clothes in the corner of the room, 
she wondered if she wanted them? Sure, it felt weird to be naked in the 
spartan lounge with four mismatched chairs and a roaring fire, but she 
felt freer and more at ease with herself. It wasn't uncomfortable and 
she settled down next to her partner.
Perhaps if Nina wanted to be naked at their flat she should join them. 
Of course there was so many things they couldn't do naked: she wouldn't 
want to fry an egg with nothing on, but using the table tennis net 
across their dining table was doable naked, and Nina's large chest would 
certainly inhibit vigorous movement. Lucy smiled, she could save on most 
of her washing by being naked and that wouldn't be a bad thing. Yes, 
nudism could work for her.
"Game?" Lynda asked as the two lovers sat down and Lucy nodded silently, 
still in thought.
"Excellent," Olivia replied and turned off the television as Theresa put 
her book down.
"Where's Tony?"
"He rang, he is running late," she replied. "He'll join us later." Lucy 
turned to look at Lynda fishing around in a cupboard.
"Twister?" Lynda asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Perfect," Lucy found herself saying and Jack beamed at her. Maybe 
nudism wasn't so much of a shock to her after all.

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