self-esteem that he found hardest to bear.
But what else could he do?
‘Where have you been, madam!’
Kira smiled timidly and as usual Joanie’s heart melted. She often wondered where this child of hers had come from; she was like neither of her parents, thank God.
‘I forgot the time, Mum. I was playing.’
‘Come and get your dinner.’
As she tucked into her frozen lasagne and oven chips Kira reflected on her day with Tommy and decided that she liked him. He was fat and odd but she liked his quietness which reminded her of herself.
Jeanette sat at the kitchen table and attacked her own food. Jon Jon joined them and asked Kira about her day at school. The lies didn’t come easily but thankfully he had a lot on his mind.
As she looked around her she felt warm inside. She had a new friend, and that new friend had a roomful of Barbies. What more could a little girl want?
Jeanette was ready. It was seven-thirty and she was dressed to kill. Kira, who for once had come indoors of her own volition after an argument with Bethany over S Club Seven, said sadly, ‘Are you going out?’
Jeanette nodded.
‘You tell Muvver or Jon Jon and I’ll make your life a fucking misery, right?’
Kira nodded.
‘Where you going?’
Jeanette didn’t even bother to answer her.
Alone in the flat the little girl made herself a bowl of cornflakes and sat on the back balcony. For once there wasn’t a lot of action out there. A big storyline was going on in EastEnders and the place was deserted until at least eight-thirty.
She watched as Tommy’s dad walked towards the high street and the pub, then she waved at her friend who had come outside to try and cool down like she had herself. It was stiflingly hot.
Tommy mimed drinking a cup of tea and Kira nodded happily. Leaving the flat door open, she ran quickly over to her new friend’s.
Unknown to her she had just missed meeting the police armed with a search warrant.
Inside the massage parlour it was just getting busy.
Joanie brought her punter into a tiny cubicle and smiled ingratiatingly. He was one ugly bloke, and even she felt her stomach turn at the thought of what she had to do. As he jumped happily on to the massage table, devoid of everything except a suspect pair of boxers, she sighed. Lifting up the crop top, she exposed her breasts as per usual.
‘Give me a special, and take your time.’
She ripped open the condom packet and the man waved his hand decisively.
‘Oh, no you don’t! I ride bareback.’
‘Well, you can ride on your own then, mate. No condom, no sex.’
He sat up abruptly. He was well into his fifties with that unkempt look about him of a man too long on his own, eating the wrong food, drinking too much, and never having had a relationship of any kind with a shower or bath. A real charmer.
‘Listen here, cunt, you ever heard the expression ‘‘If I am paying then I am saying’’?’
Joanie nodded.
‘And have you ever heard the saying ‘‘Roll this on or the cunt is gone’’?’
Sherry in the next room heard the exchange and started laughing, and Joanie, looking at the man sitting there with his face a mask of disbelief, started to laugh as well.
He was enraged.
‘Anyone ever told you that you’ve got a big mouth and maybe someday a man might just shut it for you?’
Joanie threw the condom into the bin. Putting her boobs back into the little crop top, she said, ‘Yeah, plenty of times. But you see, mate, you don’t get a lot of your actual men in here, know what I mean? Now fuck off!’
He was depressing her and suddenly she saw her life for what it was. This happened periodically and she felt the self-loathing wash over her like a wave.
Throwing his clothes at him she said, ‘What are you, mate? Deaf as well as ugly? Get out.’
‘What about me blow job?’
‘Use
But what else could he do?
‘Where have you been, madam!’
Kira smiled timidly and as usual Joanie’s heart melted. She often wondered where this child of hers had come from; she was like neither of her parents, thank God.
‘I forgot the time, Mum. I was playing.’
‘Come and get your dinner.’
As she tucked into her frozen lasagne and oven chips Kira reflected on her day with Tommy and decided that she liked him. He was fat and odd but she liked his quietness which reminded her of herself.
Jeanette sat at the kitchen table and attacked her own food. Jon Jon joined them and asked Kira about her day at school. The lies didn’t come easily but thankfully he had a lot on his mind.
As she looked around her she felt warm inside. She had a new friend, and that new friend had a roomful of Barbies. What more could a little girl want?
Jeanette was ready. It was seven-thirty and she was dressed to kill. Kira, who for once had come indoors of her own volition after an argument with Bethany over S Club Seven, said sadly, ‘Are you going out?’
Jeanette nodded.
‘You tell Muvver or Jon Jon and I’ll make your life a fucking misery, right?’
Kira nodded.
‘Where you going?’
Jeanette didn’t even bother to answer her.
Alone in the flat the little girl made herself a bowl of cornflakes and sat on the back balcony. For once there wasn’t a lot of action out there. A big storyline was going on in EastEnders and the place was deserted until at least eight-thirty.
She watched as Tommy’s dad walked towards the high street and the pub, then she waved at her friend who had come outside to try and cool down like she had herself. It was stiflingly hot.
Tommy mimed drinking a cup of tea and Kira nodded happily. Leaving the flat door open, she ran quickly over to her new friend’s.
Unknown to her she had just missed meeting the police armed with a search warrant.
Inside the massage parlour it was just getting busy.
Joanie brought her punter into a tiny cubicle and smiled ingratiatingly. He was one ugly bloke, and even she felt her stomach turn at the thought of what she had to do. As he jumped happily on to the massage table, devoid of everything except a suspect pair of boxers, she sighed. Lifting up the crop top, she exposed her breasts as per usual.
‘Give me a special, and take your time.’
She ripped open the condom packet and the man waved his hand decisively.
‘Oh, no you don’t! I ride bareback.’
‘Well, you can ride on your own then, mate. No condom, no sex.’
He sat up abruptly. He was well into his fifties with that unkempt look about him of a man too long on his own, eating the wrong food, drinking too much, and never having had a relationship of any kind with a shower or bath. A real charmer.
‘Listen here, cunt, you ever heard the expression ‘‘If I am paying then I am saying’’?’
Joanie nodded.
‘And have you ever heard the saying ‘‘Roll this on or the cunt is gone’’?’
Sherry in the next room heard the exchange and started laughing, and Joanie, looking at the man sitting there with his face a mask of disbelief, started to laugh as well.
He was enraged.
‘Anyone ever told you that you’ve got a big mouth and maybe someday a man might just shut it for you?’
Joanie threw the condom into the bin. Putting her boobs back into the little crop top, she said, ‘Yeah, plenty of times. But you see, mate, you don’t get a lot of your actual men in here, know what I mean? Now fuck off!’
He was depressing her and suddenly she saw her life for what it was. This happened periodically and she felt the self-loathing wash over her like a wave.
Throwing his clothes at him she said, ‘What are you, mate? Deaf as well as ugly? Get out.’
‘What about me blow job?’
‘Use
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