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Preface
This story is part of the "Growing Pains" world. In this story, Abi pursues her
acting dream but is taunted by her sister and takes revenge in the nastiest way
possible, while her ex-boyfriend pleads for another chance and poor Alistair has
a most embarrassing problem.
The setting for this story is Kirkcudbright in Scotland and shows Abi - or
Abigail - as she was in 1994. She has always been one of my favourite characters
and I hope this book shows why I adore her.
I had always seen Abi in this role, sexually adventurous and alluring, and knew
that she could easily have rapid effects on her young boyfriends. The first
scene of the story pretty much wrote itself while listening to Lily Allen's "Not
Fair" on the radio; a strange inspiration I know, but once the back story was
in my mind, I could not not put it on paper!
Please be aware of the Scottish slang used throughout the story; it does impact
on the readability of the story for non-British readers!
I would like to thank my wife for her understanding while writing all of my
stories. Alas, as I choose to remain semi-anonymous I cannot name her!
Please let me know what you think of the story; I cannot hope to improve as an
author if the readers don't tell me where I succeeded and where I failed!
John D
November 2012
Web link: http://www.johndstories.co.uk
Twitter: @johndstories
Email: johndstories@gmail.com
Chapter I
The teenage Abigail smiled at her boyfriend and licked her lips, wiggling her
underwear-clad body from side to side. She put on the radio, it was playing pop
music, but it was sufficient for her purposes, and she twirled in his bedroom in
the riverside house where he lived.
He gulped and sniffed, sat on his bed in his school uniform and Abigail bit her
lip as she moved her body forwards and pushed her well developed chest into his
face. He gasped in surprise, and she gave him a seductive look.
"Come on," she encouraged him and spun around to allow him to remove her bra. He
fumbled with the clip and Abigail looked over her shoulder as she ground her
slender body into his lap and he freed her teenage orbs from their housing.
Abigail leapt up and licked her lips again, dancing to the music as her breasts
swayed with her jerking motion. Alistair watched intently as she moved, and his
breathing changed - becoming ragged and irregular. "Yer sexy," he offered and
Abigail grinned at him.
"This time," she told him, looking into his hazel eyes framed by wiry glasses.
"We dae it. You'll like it. It'll be special," she told him. "Promise."
He nodded transfixed by the teenage girl as she spun around again, still dancing
to the melodious tunes of East 17 and she pulled his head onto her bare chest.
She faked sounds of arousal as she smothered him and then let him go. She pulled
her white knickers down to her feet, stepping out of them and bending back to
present her pubis to her boyfriend.
His expression changed, and he bit his lip. "What's matter?" Abigail asked and
rolled her eyes. "Ahh not again."
He gulped and looked at her with apologetic eyes. "Sorry," he muttered. "It's ...
umm ... it's done it again."
Abigail groaned silently. "You ain't gonna lose ya cherry if ya keep doin' that,
are ya?" He sniffed and nodded, looking down forlornly at the sticky, wet patch
forming on the front of his school trousers and she got up, taking a deep
breath. "S'ok," she told him and sat down next to him thinking. "S'ok."
"But I ain't ever been wiv a lass," he confessed. "N' ye dae t'ings like that.
It's too much."
Abigail sniffed. "I'm wantin' it to be special for ya," she replied. "Be a wee
bit 'mazing. Was me first time," the teenager schoolgirl told him and picked up
her underwear. "Last day of school, an' all that." She passed him some tissue,
and he nervously looked at her. "Go on," she told him. "Clean up. Was going to
see it anyway."
Abigail watched as he anxiously peeled down his trousers and soaking wet
underwear, smelling the scent of semen as he revealed himself to her. She had to
stop herself from laughing; Alistair possessed the tiniest cock she had ever
seen, just poking out above his pubic hair and he gave a whimper. "Ah know," he
muttered. "It's paukit."
She sniffed and held his hand. "Ahh ... it's how you use it," she found herself
saying. "Maybe tomorrow," she muttered and took a deep breath. "But I need to
teach you how to get me off. Is'ne fair you spunking every time and me getting
cold feet." She looked into his face and got up.
"No wait," Alistair muttered and reached over, pulling Abigail's arm and kissing
his partner. Abigail broke their embrace and looked at him.
"What's with yer tongue? You ain't churning butter." He scowled at her, and
Abigail just shook her head and threw him back onto the bed, pulling his clothes
onto the floor. "Ya want it?" Alistair nodded, and Abigail wiped her chin and
swung her hips over the laid out figure of her beau and rested on his thighs.
She took his glistening member in her hands and stroked it gently, pushing it
down to his pubic hair, and he groaned as it stiffened instantly to it's full
length.
He closed his eyes, and his buttocks clenched as he gripped the thin mattress
and moved his hips in time to Abigail's motions. She smiled at him and moved
forward up the bed, so that his cock touched her clit before coming to rest just
outside her hole. She watched his face as she gently sank down on it and
smiled, watching his face as he groaned, gasped and then pursed his lips
together, as his body shook.
She felt a small jet inside of her and looked at his face tense and then scowl.
"Ahh Abigail."
"Forget it," Abigail cried and grabbed hold of her clothes en route to the
bathroom. "Ya ain't doing anything more with me."
Ahh Abigail ... sorry!" Alistair cried as he frantically found his clothes. "Ahh
Abigail ... ahhh fuck!"
* * * * *
"You do surprise me!" The brown-haired girl told her friend in her London
accent. "Alistair ain't no stud."
Abigail snorted and kicked her legs against the wall underneath her and looked
at her friend eating a pastry from the local bakers. "Ah ain't surprised,"
Abigail replied. "E's a virgin 'til today but I barely touch'd 'im, and 'e's
spunking it."
Lisa laughed. "How long were you going out?"
"Week," Abigail told her.
"Long term for you." She hesitated and bit into her lunch. "Since Simon, of
course." Abigail hummed for a moment and agreed. "Ya needs to find a proper
bloke not some desperate guy."
"Like yer brotha?" Abigail asked, and Lisa shrugged. "I mean, he wasn't bad in
the bedroom. Needed some practice but I could give 'im that. But so immature out
of it."
"He's fourteen," Lisa replied in a slightly annoyed tone. "And he ain't been
dumped before. You near-on broke 'is heart." She looked at the guilty face of
her friend and smiled. "But 'e got over you after an hour or two. Going out with
the gal from newsagent's now." She sniffed and offered the final third of her
pastry to her friend who eagerly took it. "How 'bout that Eoin, on the big farm
up river. Big muscles and all that."
Abigail laughed and pondered this for a moment. "Ah-bet 'e's never been with a
woman. Just cows and sheep." Lisa burst out laughing as Abigail ate the last of
the pastry. "Saw your ex last week, Willie. 'E asked me out, but I said no."
Lisa shook her head. "Go out with him if ya want."
"After what ya said. To put ya off sex for two years, ahh that's bad."
Lisa groaned. "I am not off sex. I am just off Scottish boys. Well, one
particular one. I just want a fella who isn't a bastard."
Abigail snorted and then coughed. "Got me audition next week," she told her
friend. "Came through the post few days ago." Lisa touched her friend on the arm
and smiled at her. "Might get away from Scottish boys for life."
"Ahh ... best of luck to ya. Glasgow right?"
"It's Glasgae," her friend teased, mimicking Lisa's London accent, and nodded.
"Yeah, Glasgae. Bricking it."
"You'll be fine. You were always good in all the plays we did at school."
Abigail smiled and looked over the river.
"Hope so. 'Cause I dain't wanna stay in this town all me life."
"Moira?" Lisa asked, and Abigail nodded. "What's she done now?"
"Ahh, we both went for the same job," Abigail explained. "Tea shop on industrial
park, ya know?"
"I know."
"I got it. But she's been a bitch. She's still working at bakery part-time, but
tea shop's longer hours." Lisa hummed, and Abigail swept her long hair back.
"And I've got to live in the same house as her. She's just been ..."
"She's always not liked ya, 'as she?" Lisa asked, and Abigail gulped.
"Nah. Just 'ope I pass me audition for September."
Lisa looked at her watch and jumped down from the low wall. "I gotta get home,
Mum's doing tea. Ya coming?" Abigail nodded and joined her friend as they walked
through the isolated Scottish town towards the estate they both lived on. "Ahh,
meant to tell you. We 'eard from Dad last week. He's coming out soon." Abigail
gulped, and Lisa smiled.
"That's good, right?"
"Ma's still wanting a divorce but he's leaving London 'n' coming up 'ere. Leave
it for a week and they'll be happy again." Lisa giggled and rubbed her hands.
"And no messin' with me Dad. I know you want to try every guy in the town, but I
ain't havin' you moanin' 'bout my Dad in the bedroom." Lisa chortled as Abigail
swore. "But it'd only last a few days with you anyway."
"Ahh 'e's been inside for five years. He'll be like Alistair," Abigail teased
causing her friend to screw up her face, as they turned onto the little housing
estate they called home. "Ya know that. One touch squirtin'."
"I don't wanna think 'bout it," Lisa moaned and then smiled at her friend. "But
ya prob'bly right."
Chapter II
"Yer late!" The plump girl asked her sister as she straightened her clothes in
the floor-length mirror. Abigail looked around and sniffed at her podgy sister
before turning round to face her. She swept her long brown hair back and picked
up some toast from the kitchen table.
"You turned off my alarm," Abigail moaned.
"Dae talk mince," Moira spat back instantly and took a bite of another slice of
toast. Abigail licked her lips as she ate her breakfast and poured some tea into
a cup. "Yer just lazy."
The bustling figure of her mother interrupted Moira as Abigail sipped at her
drink and she was passed a small bag of "butties" to her daughter. She
straightened Abigail's shirt while Moira stared at her. "Wee bonny lassie going
to work," her mother cooed. "For first time."
"I've worked before," Abigail snorted, only for Moira to add that it was only a
paper round. Abigail gave her a smile and got up from the table, saying goodbye
to her mother and passing a gentle wave to her scowling sister.
Moira had never been fond of her and her caustic remarks, and angry disposition
towards the younger girl used to lead to plenty of arguments and fights, but
Abigail barely cared any more.
She knew Moira would do anything to get at her, and the more she worried about
it, the easier it was for her sister to rile her. The walk to the caf‚, across
the small Scottish town took little more than ten minutes, and Abigail pushed
open the door to the caf‚ on a small industrial park tentatively.
She had been interviewed by the owner of the dingy establishment but knew she
had to report to the "supervisor" - a former classmate of Moira. Pauline was a
big, buxom woman who glanced at the clock as Abigail entered. "Yer late," she
was told for the second time in twenty minutes, and Abigail turned around to
watch the second hand push past the number one - she was late by five seconds!
"Sorry," the young woman replied and Pauline pointed her towards the back of the
shop where she was to hang her coat.
Abigail had strict instructions - she was to be a waitress at lunchtime, clean
the "pots" during the afternoon and serve customers in the morning. Pauline
looked at the beautiful girl and cackled, "and you clean the toilets," she was
told. "It's howlin' in there."
Abigail nodded and listened; it was not the best job in the world, but it was a
job, and it paid decent money.
* * * * *
Abigail returned to the small lounge after washing herself - she felt dirty
after cleaning the toilets at the end of her shift. Pauline was right - it was
"howlin'" - and she just laughed as Abigail complained about all the "jobbies"
left in the latrine.
Abigail got changed and came into the room in her nightie to catch sight of
Quentin - Moira's slightly chubby, and nerdy boyfriend - watching television and
smartly dressed. She flashed her smile at him and sat down on the chair
opposite as his eyes flicked from the television towards her. "Where's Moira?"
Quentin gulped. "Said she would be 'ome soon," he told her and the teenager
sniffed, stretching her legs out in front and allowing her nightie to ride up
her thigh. "Gave me'er key. Just had a bit more work to do."
Abigail allowed his eyes to wander to her knee and then further upwards causing
her to smile. She scratched the inside of her thigh and pushed her pelvis
further into the chair, pushing her arms up and making a yawning sound. She
rubbed her breast through the thin nightie. "Whatya been doin'?"
The 21 year old stammered as his eyes were fixed on the sight of Abigail's pubic
hair, barely visible as she shifted on the chair. "Err ... just workin', y'know."
He gulped, and Abigail gave a wry smile to herself.
"Takin' Moira out?" He nodded and licked his lips as Abigail gave a snort and
scratched the top of her leg, causing her nightie to ride even further up.
"Where ya goin'?"
He adjusted his trousers and squinted. "Golf Club," he muttered. "Doog-lass way.
Awards jobbie."
Abigail cackled. "You two in a car, through the woods. You'll be stoppin' off,
right?"
He stared at her as she ran her tongue over her lips and shook his head. "We
dain't dae t'at."
Abigail laughed."Ahh course ya do. Moira, she dain't love you if she dain't let
ya fuck 'er." He shook his head, and Abigail's eyes widened. "Every guy I've
loved's had it. 'Ad it loads." She waited for his eyes to widen further, and she
pushed her hair back. "I know Moira dain't approve, but five years? If she
loved ya, she'd be ridin' ya cock like a wild-woman."
Quentin touched his shirt-cuffs and coughed. "She wants a ring on her finger
first."
Abigail laughed. "She wants her bum fingered, the dirty ..." Her excitable humour
faded as Quentin didn't respond and coughed. "Well ya better tell her she ain't
getting a proposal 'til ya know she loves ya. And to get that she needs to fuck
ya." Abigail smiled sweetly as Quentin adjusted his shirt collar and the door
opened.
The teenage girl immediately straightened her legs and her nightdress as Moira
entered the room, nodding towards her boyfriend and scowling at Abigail sitting
on the chair. "Yan-ne a dressed," she snapped.
"Ya-ne gonna be 'ere," Abigail replied taunting her sister in her pronounced
Scottish voice. "Ya gonna be work-in'"
Moira rubbed her nose and told Quentin she wouldn't be long and went upstairs to
get changed into a prudish dress that started at her neck and ended an inch
from the floor. Abigail shook her head - she wouldn't be seen dead in a dress
like that, but she didn't think like Moira.
Which was something both of them appeared to be quite grateful about!
Chapter III
Abigail sat nervously in the reception area of the international acting school,
biting her nails. She flicked her hair back and studied the handful of other
candidates, all frantically reciting words under their breath or reading
intently from books.
Shona squeezed her daughter's arm as she put down and then picked up her book,
taking deep breaths and opening it to the page, before closing it again. "Yer
just a wee bit nervous," she told her and Abigail didn't respond.
It was the culmination of her efforts, and while her peers were either going
into employment or University she longed to be going to "drama school" - an
International academy of arts to study acting. Abigail loved acting, and was
very good at it, but the audition she gave today could either be the beginning
or the end of her dreams.
An officious woman strode through the door and bellowed into the room, "Abigail
Kennedy please."
Abigail got up from the chair, her legs shaking, and her mother wished her luck
as a dozen pairs of anxious eyes watched her leave the room. She followed the
woman down the grey corridor, out into a small auditorium and onto a small
stage. Three men watched her as she nervously walked across the stage to the
centre; her heart was beating furiously.
They smiled warmly at her and checked her off a sheet, telling her that she had
a minute to read her Shakespeare reading and to try and put as much feeling and
emotion into the piece before wishing her "luck."
Abigail closed her eyes and counted to two. She recounted a scene involving
Katherine - the "Shrew" - from her favourite play and tried to add passion and
anger into her character. It was a part she had played in a recent school
production and projected her voice into the small hall, but she there was a
nervous lilt to her voice and she heard it quiver.
Before she had barely got into the scene she was stopped; her minute was up, and
the panel looked at each other. "Thank you very much," she was told in an
authoritative voice. "We'll let you know."
Abigail didn't say a word, just nodded and followed the woman silently back to
the room. Her mother pursed her lips and looked at her. "OK?" Abigail shook her
head and a few tears welled up in her eyes. "Oh baby."
Abigail left the room as quickly as she could and sat with her mother on the
steps as the elder woman frantically tried to console her. She didn't need to
see the recall list for a second auditions after lunch to know she wasn't on it
- she was just too nervous when she recounted Katherine's scene.
Shona returned from the board a few moments later with a slightly glum face, but
Abi already knew her name was absent. "Ah'll get yer dinner," Shona promised
and put her arm around Abigail. "Yaw'll be fine when ya butties or owt inside of
ya."
* * * * *
"Ma," Abigail called as they entered their small town. "Can you stop here?"
"But Ah'm gonnae do supper," she replied as the car slowed. "Yer not to be out
all night."
"Yeah," Abigail replied and looked behind her as her ex-boyfriend crossed the
road; he had not seen their car drive past. "I just want to tell 'im how I did."
Shona sighed and watched as her daughter left the vehicle, promising to be home
within the hour. "Simon," she shouted down the street, and the teenage boy
turned to see his ex-girlfriend standing in the light rain, buttoning up her
coat. "Simon!"
He jogged back down the road to see her, and she cocked her head at him. "Yer
all right?" She nodded and took a deep breath. "Lisa told me aboot yer show."
Abigail sniffed. "Yeah. Not good. I ain't goin' to drama school."
"Ahh'm sorry," he muttered and looked over towards her house. "Ahh've just been
to see ye." A smile flickered on Abigail's face as he spoke. "Me birthday."
She licked her lips. "I did know," she told him. "Party?"
"Aye, two weeks," he told her with a grin. "Dad said I could 'old it in't'
garden. Said he'd get a marquee."
"A marquee?"
"Yeah. Ahh tis a bit like a tent."
"In a tent? Like ..."
"A big tent," he explained as Abigail waved her arms about. "An' I'd want ya
there."
Abigail licked her lips and chuckled. "Me? I dumped you. What about that fat ... I
mean ... well the" Abigail waved her arms around to gesture plumpness and then
continued. "That girl I saw yer with last week?"
"June?" He sighed. "She ain't ... she's nuttin'." He looked at her and implored at
her with his eyes. "Ahh come on Abigail." He went coy and looked at her out of
the corner of his eye. "Ya my first love."
Simon grabbed hold of her coat. "Ya first love was ya-self." He raised his
eyebrows and unbuttoned the first button and then the second. Abigail cocked her
head. "It's pissin' it down." He unbuttoned her coat and pushed it off her
shoulders, catching it behind her, just like he used to. The rain fell on her
white top, and she sighed. "Simon, it's bloody cold."
"Ya can 'ave it back when you tell me y'ar coming." He put the red garment over
his shoulder and watched as the cotton on her body went translucent. "Ya wearing
a bra this time?" Abigail burst out laughing. "Tis me eighteenth. Oh come on
Abigail."
"OK. I'll come. If you gimme me coat back." He shook the jacket and slid it over
her shoulders, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he moved behind her.
"Ah'll send ya an invite," he promised and took her hand. "After I've walked ya
home."
"Ya was goin' in that direction," she reminded him, pointing back up the road,
and he shook his head.
"Ah ain't lettin' ya wander 'round town on ya own in this we'ter."
She groaned. "Stop tryin' to be a gentleman," she told him firmly.
Simon laughed. "But I like it," he told her and squeezed her hand as he moved
the road-side of her. "And you promised we could be friends."
Abigail looked over at him and smirked. "I did?"
"Ahh. And I still like ya even though you ain't gonna be an International film
star," he teased, but Abigail didn't find it funny; she didn't want to be
reminded of her failure and Simon's face said it all when he realised. "Sorry,"
he muttered and quickly changed the subject.
Chapter IV
"No good?" The burly figure of her father sat next to her and looked into his
daughter's misty eyes. She shook her head.
"Not past the first," she muttered.
"Stoopid dreamin'," Moira told her. "Ya not gonna be in those silly films ya
watch. Ah've told you hunners ae times."
"That's enough," Shona told her eldest daughter who shovelled her dinner into
her mouth. "What's got-in-tae ya?"
"She," Moira spat as bits of potato hit her disappointed sister. "She tried to
chat up Quentin."
Shona and Iain both looked at Abigail who shook her head. "I did not," she
cried, angrily. "I teased him. Nuttin' more."
"Yer liar," Moira shouted. "'E told me what ya said. Yer a clatty, nasty ..."
Iain stopped his daughter by banging on the table. "Ah'll not-be 'aving it," he
shouted and pointed at Abigail. "And ya leave Quentin aloon."
Abigail snorted. "I wouldn't want to touch 'im," she replied.
"Liar!" Moira cried. "Just 'cause ..."
"Ah said," Iain shouted. "Ah'll not 'ave it at 'ome." He turned to Abigail and
then rubbed his nose. "Ahh what 'appened in Glasgae?"
Abigail rubbed the brow of her forehead and began to recount the short audition
while Moira sneered at her failure making snide comments. She choose not to rise
to it and was left to ponder just how she would escape from the village without
an acting career.
* * * * *
"'Ey Abigail!"
The voice of her friend interrupted Abigail's daydreaming, and she glanced over
to see the brown-haired full figure of her friend calling her from the top of
the side road she was ambling past. She walked up the small incline to see her,
sitting on the small wall outside her house. "Whatcha up to?"
"Nuttin'," Lisa moaned. "Bored."
Abigail suggested a walk into town and the park - where she was planning to go,
but Lisa sniggered. "No-one about," she moaned. "Ma's gone to London."
"Home 'lone?" Abigail asked in a playful voice and Lisa nodded. The two girls
chatted amicably on the porch as gray clouds gathered overhead and then as the
first drops of rain appeared but apart from watching television inside there was
little for them to do.
Abigail spotted the figure of Alistair running in the slight drizzle and
whispered to Lisa. "Bet I can make him spunk without touching him," she
promised, and Lisa nodded.
"I ain't seen that before," she admitted and then told Abigail she had a bet, to
the value of a solitary Scottish pound. Abigail called Alistair as he drew
level with the house and beckoned him into the porch that sheltered her.
Lisa unlocked the door as the wet boy came to see her friend. "Come in," Abigail
offered. He hesitated, and she smiled sweetly at him. "It's Lisa's 'ouse. I got
something to show you. You like, OK?"
He nervously entered the property, taking off his coat and shoes as he did, and
Lisa opened the door to the small lounge, decorated in beige and big flowery
patterns. He was pushed down onto the sofa, and Abigail blew a kiss at him. "You
wanted to show me ..." He started to speak and Abigail removed her top and then
her bra, licking her lips and chuckling to herself.
"I was a bit quick to split us up," Abigail told him with a smile and pushed him
back onto the sofa. She brought a finger to her lips as Lisa laughed quietly:
Alistair was transfixed and he was sitting straight up in the chair, watching
Abigail intently. He sniffed and gulped as the teenage girl spun around and sat
on the floor.
She leant back and ground her hips into the floor. She watched the nervous boy
fidgeted intently. "Abigail?" He asked and looked at Lisa who just shrugged.
"It's her idea," Lisa said truthfully and bit her lip as his eyes never left the
display. Abigail was sliding her jeans down her legs, and she moved onto "all
fours" and wiggled her rear into the direction of Alistair.
"You like, Big Boy?" Abigail asked in low, seductive voice. "'Cause I've been
thinking about you sliding your big ..." She coughed and slid a finger into her
mouth, sucking it before pulling the gusset aside on her knickers and pushing it
up against her, but making it look like her finger went inside. She gave a
theatrical groan and Alistair panted.
He fidgeted again and looked at Lisa. "Abigail," he called out in a panic. She
threw herself over and parted her legs, crying out a fake orgasmic cry.
"Oh Alistair, you make me hot, you make me think about you all the time." She
grunted and groaned, pulled her knickers off and threw them at him. "I think
about you fucking me all night long." Lisa spluttered, but Alistair didn't
notice and Abigail looked into his eyes. "Look at this cunt Alistair. Ready for
a fuckin'. If you are ready." She saw the teenager clench his fists and close
his eyes, gasp and then shake his head.
A tear rolled down his cheek, and he sniffed, biting his lip as a wet patch
emerged on his shorts. "I'm sorry. I just ..." He looked at Lisa and grabbed his
coat running out of the room, and shutting the door on his way out.
Lisa and Abigail looked at each other and Abigail laughed. "What was that?"
"A desperate kid," Abigail responded and held her hand out. "And I want my
money." Lisa groaned and pushed a one pound note into the hand of the naked
girl. She laughed, and the front door closed. "Double or quits on your brother?"
"No fuckin' chance," Lisa replied, and Abigail fished for her clothes as two
sets of footsteps thundered their way up the stairs.
Chapter V
Moira opened the door and walked over to a table clicking her fingers and
calling for her sister. Abigail scowled as she came over. "What d'ya want?"
"Ah ya cannae talk tae customers like t'at?" Moira shouted, and Abigail glanced
over towards Pauline. "Ah'll have a pot of tea and a slice of cake.
Abigail picked up her pad and walked over to the till, ringing through the cost
and printing out the receipt. Pauline snapped at her for talking to Moira like
she did and Abigail poured hot water into a teapot containing teabags, added a
piece of the heavy cake to the tray along with a small pot of milk and an empty
cup.
"Where's me sugar?" Moira asked loudly.
"Yer don't 'ave sugar," Abigail replied, just as loudly.
"Ah wan' sugar," Moira snapped and Abigail scowled and walked to the front of
the caf‚ to get a small bowl of sugar and put it down with a bang on the table.
Moira, holding a cup of tea, bashed it into Abigail's hand as she leant over,
then cried out as the hot tea went over her, her cake and Abigail. "Yer clumsy
fool! Look what you've done," she spat and Pauline strode down the caf‚ with a
tea towel.
"So sorry Moira," Pauline apologised and clicked her fingers towards Moira's
sister. "Abigail do it again."
"Aye, she's so clumsy," Moira told her. "She always doin' at 'ome."
"It's you," Abigail shouted from the counter. "You threw it into me." Abigail
wiped her apron down, and Pauline strode back towards her.
"Yer donnae talk to customers like that," she barked and Abigail glared at her.
"She's causing trouble."
"Go home," Pauline barked. "Yer no good like this."
Abigail took a deep breath and puffed up her chest, throwing her apron onto the
work counter and grabbing her coat, before striding out into the sunshine.
* * * * *
"Abigail," the flustered face of Alistair cried as he ran up to her in the park.
She looked at her friend walking alongside her, who just shrugged. "Abigail."
The teenage girl spun around to face him. "What?"
"Ah'm needin' to speak to you" he told her, panting furiously. "Ah'm ..."
"What?" Abigail cried and he looked at Lisa, standing next to his ex-partner.
"What d'ya want Alistair? I'm having a shit day, what is it?"
"Ah'm sorry," he told her and looked down at her. "Ah want'd to say 'bout us."
"There is no 'us'," Abigail shouted. "We ain't together."
A tear formed in his eye. "But Abigail, please. You're a bonnie lass, and ye
make me go all funny. Ah cannae control me-self and ..."
Abigail cocked her head and sighed, shaking it as she spoke. "Yer just ..."
"Ah know," Alistair muttered with despondency in his voice. "But ah need
practice," he cried. "Abigail ..."
She sniffed. "I ain't being a sex teacher for ya," she spat. "I want someone who
can do it. I got needs too."
Alistair sniffed and bit his lip. A couple more tears formed in his eyes, and he
looked at the two girls. "But ... but ... Abigail. Ah love ye. Yer lovely gal and
ah wanna marry you."
Abigail spluttered and looked at her friend. "What?"
"Ahh love ye. Please Abigail. Donnae dump me."
She took a deep breath, and he stared at her. "Yer can'nae love me," she
muttered.
"But ..."
"We ain't," she said a little more forcefully. "It's over, Alistair. Quickly.
Like yer."
"But yer stripped for me. I love ..."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, staring at him. "Ah only stripped
for you at Lisa's 'cause I 'ad a bet to make you spunk in your keks." She bit
her lip and he glared at her, wiping his eyes. "I don't love you," she told him.
"Yer nuttin'."
"But ..."
"It's over," she said firmly and turned to leave.
Alistair grabbed hold of her hand and sank to knees. "Abigail. Please gimme one
more chance. Yer amazin' and ..."
"Alistair, no," Abigail cried and shook her hand free. "Yer makin' a fool of
yourself."
He didn't reply and she shook her head, striding away from him. Abigail
deliberately didn't cast a glance back towards him as the two girls walked up
the hill. "Ah cannae believe him," Abigail cried. "Four dates, a few wee dances
and a shit fuck and 'e thinks Ah'm going tae love him."
Lisa hummed. "Was mean though," she muttered and Abigail turned around at the
top of the park to see Alistair trooping slowly back towards the road, his head
stooped.
"Yeah," Abigail agreed. "Was bored. And he ain't no stud, should be 'appy for
all the attention he gets."
Chapter VI
Abigail cried as she fell backwards off of the wall but landed in the soft arms
of her ex-boyfriend. He stared up at her and cackled gently. "Caught ya."
"What d'ya want?" He put his hands underneath her legs and pulled them over the
low wall and then righted her. "Ya bloody frightened me."
"To share this," he told her and pulled out a small baker's bag from his pocket.
She rolled her eyes, and he put his hand in hers. "And a walk." She sighed, and
he sniffed. "Ya promised Abigail. Ya said we could be friends."
Abigail gave a chuckle. "And what will June say if she sees me with ya?"
Simon groaned and closed his eyes. "She ain't me girl," he said forcefully.
"Ahh ... ya went out," Abigail told him. "I saw ya."
Simon took a deep breath. "Yeah. We did. Once. We went to pub," he said
wistfully. "And she was a right mouthy cow. And she wants to be married 'fore
sex."
Abigail took a bite of the cold pastry, and she looked over at him. "Spoilt with
me, were you?"
Simon grunted. "And what 'boot Alistair."
Abigail blushed and grunted; Simon pressed her and she groaned. "He isn't
super-stud," she told him and then recounted the tale of her barely touching him
and him ejaculating.
"Second time better," Simon suggested and Abigail raised her eyebrows. "Ah OK.
That bad?"
"Nice guy. Crap at ... well, we never got onto the good stuff. Was spoilt with
you." She raised her eyebrows at him and rubbed her hands. "Since we split up,
I've 'ad six guys, and they've all been shit 'cept one. And he was fourteen. I
mean, what is it with this bloody town." She took a mouthful of her lunch. "And
Alistair's just the worst."
"Well I've not had a blowjob since we split up." She looked at him, and he
shrugged. "OK I've not 'ad sex either." She raised her eyebrows, and he snorted.
"Or a kiss. OK it's harder for guys. All the girls don't get desperate until
three weeks 'fore leavin' for Uni."
Abigail spluttered. "Are you saying only desperate girls go fer yer."
"Well you did," Simon replied and then gave a smirk. "But ... Ah'm not totally
like ya. Ah wanna get to know my lovers 'fore opening up the bed to 'em."
"I do too," Abigail replied. "With Alistair we played on his computer thing for
an hour before I even kissed him. And that Sean who played on the football team.
We went for a walk, but he was obsessed with me peeing. And then Toby from the
farm ..." He grimaced as she spoke. "Not want to hear it?"
His face contorted slightly. "No," he admitted. "Ah ... Ah still wan' ya. I miss
what we had."
Abigail squeezed his hand. "So do I. But we weren't right any more," she told
him. "We became all sex and nothing else."
"Ya wanted the sex!" Simon cried. "Ya always wanted it."
"I know," Abigail mused. "But I guess I needed you to not always let me 'ave
it." She cocked her head and giggled at him. "And you'll be at Uni soon, and
you'll forget about me?"
"No," he told her, rubbing his eyes. "Ah'll never forget 'bout you."
Abigail shook her head. "Ah ain't anything special," she told him. "But I
promise I won't let your birthday go uncelebrated. Well unless, you get pissed
'cause I ain't coaxing it to life."
He snorted. "As long as y'ar there, Ah'll be happy," he promised her, but
Abigail gave him a grin.
"Yer dain't say that last year."
* * * * *
"Abigail!" Lisa cried. "You've done what?"
"Ahh ... calm down," her friend snapped. "It ain't a big deal. It's just a few
pennies for a ... oh donnae look so surprised. I'm missing it. And ah might not
'ave me caf‚ job t'anks to Moira so need income."
"Missing it?"
"It's addictive," Abigail mused. "And it's been a week, and he is offering
twenty quid for ..."
"It's being a slapper," Lisa spat back and looked at her friend as she pulled
her coat off and straightened the skimpy clothes she had just got changed into.
It was a cold day, and she shivered the moment she did.
"Just stay 'til half past. I want someone there. I'll cut you in." Lisa rubbed
her hands.
"Half'n hour," she told her as Abigail strode up the house. A nervous boy opened
the door and winced when he saw both the seductive Abigail and the scowling
Lisa on his doorstep. Abigail looked at her watch. "Me two o'clock," she told
him and grabbed him by the hand. "Dunnae dawdle. I gotta be back in time from
lunch," she barked and pushed him inside. "Pay my friend, please," she told him
and he snorted.
"After."
"Before," Abigail cried. "Before or it's off." He hesitated, and Abigail crossed
her arms. "D'ya want to waste any more time?" He reached into his pocket and
gave a small bundle of notes to Lisa who counted them, and he told her to sit
down on the sofa.
"Now Brian," Abigail asked as she sat down with him in his bedroom and closed
the door. "What dya want?"
He gulped and sniffed. "Ah dain't wanna go to Uni as a virgin," he told her, and
a small smile crept over Abigail's face. "Ah wanna do stuff."
Abigail reached over and kissed him on the cheek and put her hands on the base
of her T-shirt to lift it over her head. He stared as she stood in front of him,
freeing her breasts and guiding his face into the middle of them. He gave a
satisfied whimper, and she glanced down at his shorts burgeoning on the crotch.
Abigail didn't have the time or the desire to do a dance, she was too scared of
Brian doing an Alistair and just unhooked her miniskirt that she had changed
into two minutes previous. She slid it down to her thighs before allowing it to
fall on the floor.
Brian gave a dramatic gasp as he saw Abigail's pubic hair and she gave a wry
smile. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and turned a little. "You
can touch me," she told him. "Yer paid for me."
"Ahh gawd," he muttered in a deep Scottish accent as his hands shaking as he
closed his eyes and put them in front of him. Abigail tried hard not to laugh at
his resemblance to a zombie, and positioned the teenager's hands to her body.
He jumped as he touched her skin and she knelt down in front of him and slowly
removed his shorts.
She looked at her customer as she freed his manhood and he looked at her,
desperately seeking approval. "Ahh wow!" Abigail cried at the six inch cock. "Ah
yah'll have no trouble gettin' gals," she told him, and he puffed up his chest
as she spoke.
He gasped as she gently put her warm mouth over the tip of his cock and slid
gently down the shaft. He closed his eyes and clenched his buttocks as Abigail
ran her hands over his stomach, and looked up at him. She kissed the side of his
shaft, and then his sweaty testicles and then pressed hard against his perineum
as she returned to sucking on his tip.
He writhed and flailed; Abigail grinned and got up from the floor, taking a
condom in her hand and sliding it over the horny boy's cock. "Come on then," she
told him. "'Fore we run out of time." She bounced onto the mattress and pulled
the half-naked teenager on top of her. He sighed as she helped guide him into
her moist hole and she kissed him on his neck.
Brian shuddered as he pushed forward and buried his cock as far as it would go.
"Slowly," Abigail cried as he stabbed at her. "Just move forward slowly, in and
out." He removed his cock and pushed in, and Abigail had to tell him to be
quicker and not to remove it completely as he withdrew.
Brian exhaled with every thrust into Abigail, and she gave him theatrical groans
appreciatively. He was not on a hair trigger like Alistair, and she dug her
nails into his back. She screeched and panted, groaned and cried out - all to
make Brian feel better. She could feel an enjoyable, lustful warmth, but she
knew her lover would fill the condom before she got close to coming.
She bucked her hips to keep in time with his rhythm and raised her legs to
change the angle he was entering her; it would make it tighter for him (Simon
had told her that) and feel better for her.
Brian gasped and screwed up his face. He began to thrust powerfully and quickly
into Abigail who gave a muffled cry and then a passionate scream. "Oh Brian,"
she yelled and dug her fingers into him, faking an orgasm as she did. She smiled
at his contorted face, felt his twitching cock and tense buttocks. She panted
as he slowed, his face dripping with sweat and opened his eyes slowly. "Wow!"
Abigail cried and kissed him on the cheek.
He flinched as he slowly removed his cock from the teenager and she giggled at
his flaccid member and the full condom hanging loosely from it. She picked up
some tissue from her bag, and he shook his head. "Don't," he cried, and she
giggled.
"Yer a horny one," she told him. "Next time it'll be extra." She slid the rubber
condom off of him as he looked on aghast and she slid down the bed and kissed
his cum-covered manhood. He gasped as she slid down his shaft and then squeezed
his cock at the base and slid her hand up. "Simon loved me doin' it, and it's
yer first time." She wiped her chin and gave him a wry smile. "How was it?"
He smiled. "Great." He shifted awkwardly, and Abigail got up from the bed. "I'll
not be a minute," she told him and walked off to the bathroom to get clean and
then returned to get dressed.
Brian was nervous again and almost seemed embarrassed as he let Abigail and Lisa
out of his house. They burst out laughing as he closed the door. "And that,"
Abigail said with a grin as they left the house. "Is for me pimp." She passed
the girl a five pound note and Lisa giggled. "I love horny boys."
"What ya spendin' it on?"
"Clothes," Abigail told her. "Something nice. But I gotta get changed for work
... and get back."
Chapter VII
"Come on," Lisa pleaded and Alistair shook his head. "OK we'll be good to ya,
won't we Abigail? Abigail wanna say sorry."
The flamboyant teenage girl nodded, and Lisa begged the teenage boy to join
them, but he shook his head. "I cannae leave the shop. Not 'til my Dad gets
back."
"We're wasting our time," Abigail moaned. "And I wanted to help."
He winced as Abigail spoke and he wiped his eyes. "I wanna but ah can't."
Abigail pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. "Abigail'll be on 'er best
behaviour," Lisa offered, and he thought for a moment, looking at her and then
shook his head. "She 'as to say sorry for being a bitch to ya and we have an
idea to help yer out."
"I can't."
"OK I'll be a dirty fuckin' cow," Abigail promised and looked at him in the
eyes. "I'll strip for ya. Take me clothes off and grind my naked body 'gainst
ya. I'll run me hands over your body. Come with us." He shook his head, and
Abigail saw a tortured expression on his face. "I'll spread my legs," she
offered. "And I'll let you play with these wee beauties." She cupped her breasts
and gave him a wicked smile.
"Stop it!" Alistair cried, and Abigail looked at Lisa.
"Coming?" He shook his head, and Abigail snorted. "I'll suck your cock, big boy.
In the woods, all day long. I'll let you touch me, taste me. Fuck me hard." She
gave a couple of theatrical groans.
"Please! Stop it!" He put his hands to his crotch and Abigail shook her head.
"Not 'til you come out with us." He screwed up his face, and she closed her eyes
and grunted as she exhaled. "Aghhh. The thought of your cock inside me,
aggghhhh Alistair. Ali-stair. Ali-stairrrrr! Can you imagine it?" He crossed his
legs and Abigail rubbed her bosom, peeking at him as he shook for a moment and
then ran out of the shop into the back crying. "Can you go now?" Abigail asked
him, and she shook her head in annoyance, telling her friend to wait in the
shop.
"Leave me aloon," Alistair cried from the little toilet as Abigail pushed
against it; it was locked.
"Open it," she asked and he refused. She looked at the little lock, took out a
pen from her pocket, and slowly slid it across, before charging in.
"Get oot."
Abigail looked at him, frantically trying to cover himself as he used toilet
tissue to clean himself and she shook her head. "Ahh come on. Ah came to say
sorry. Ah do wanna to take you out to the woods and show ya somet'ing. Ya'll
like it."
"Go away," he moaned and she shrugged.
"Ah was a bitch," she told him. "Lisa told me that. But I think ya great. Not
fer boyfriend but ya ain't shitty. I wanna help you with ya problem. Now come
wit' us."
He snorted as he put his manhood back into his wet Y-fronts. "Ya dain't."
She gulped and watched as he washed his hands. "Nah affence and all that. But ya
ain't gonna win stud of the year."
"Yeah, I know!" Alistair cried and pushed past her, but the teenage girl grabbed
hold of his arm and pushed him up against the wall.
"Yah know. Then lemme teach ya," she cried out. "How tae eat me 'cause ev'ry
girl loves being eaten out. Ya might be crap down there." She grabbed hold of
his crotch and gave a gentle squeeze that made his eyes water. "So make up for
it." She looked at him in the eye and took a deep breath. "D'ya want the girls
to talk 'bout you and say ya crap in bed or good in bed?" Tears welled up in his
eyes, and he stared at her. "Just ask me if ya want me to show ya."
Alistair glared at the unrestrained teenager as she walked around the front of
the shop and called out after her. "Leave me aloon," he told her. "Yer just
being nasty again."
Abigail snorted and opened the door. "Ah'm being nice. But Ah-be nasty if ya
wan't."
"Yar a bitch," he cried.
She snorted and slammed the shop door as she left. "Can'ya believe 'im?"
Lisa shrugged. "He 'ates us," she mused. "But we did mess with him."
Abigail hummed. "Well until he can be nice I'll make him spunk as often as I
can. In public."
"Oh Abigail ..." Lisa moaned. "Do ya 'ave to always t'ink about sex."
Abigail smirked. "Oh, I saw your Dad yesterday," Abigail told Lisa as they left
the shop. "He has aged a bit ..."
"Five years in the nick does that."
"Ahh well ... he shouldn't go scamming rich bankers should he?" Abigail teased and
then smiled at her. "But he has such a wicked touch. And if your brother keeps
going, and will grow to have a cock that size, well, wow!"
"Abigail," Lisa moaned, and her friend laughed.
"S'ok. I ain't been messin' with ya Dad."
"I bet he'd jump on ya if he could," Lisa mused. "And I bet you'd jump on 'im!"
Abigail laughed. "So 'ow's things at home?"
"OK. Ma not wanting a divorce, no more. S'even worse. Never get any peace. Wish
our walls weren't made of cardboard, hear 'em all night long."
Abigail couldn't help but laugh; what her friend needed was a boyfriend.
* * * * *
Abigail wiped the tables and strode to the back of the caf‚, her eyes focusing
on her sister coming in through the door. "What dya want?" Abigail asked, and
Moira snorted.
"Ah just 'ad Quentin at bakers. Wants me to do things to 'im 'cause of what ya
said." She barked, and Abigail fidgeted. "Said I dain't love 'em 'cause I won't
do things." She gulped, and Pauline watched as Moira sneered at her sister. "I
ain't no slut." A few heads turned to look at the plump girl look up to her
teenage sister and jab a finger in her chest.
"Ow," Abigail cried and pushed her hand away. Instinctively, Moira cried out in
pain and put her hand over her chest.
"Yae hit me!"
Pauline strode down the shop and pulled Abigail away. "Yer sacked."
"Sacked?" Abigail cried, and Pauline sneered.
"Yeah. 'ittin' a customer."
"Ah dannae hit her," Abigail shouted but Pauline smiled at Moira and nodded.
"Slapped yer hard, dain't she?"
"Aye, she did," Moira lied and Abigail took her apron off and threw it at her
supervisor.
"I'll 'ave you for this," Abigail shouted at her sister and slammed the caf‚
door as she left. She scowled and angrily walked down the little industrial
estate and turned onto the main road.
How could Moira do that to her? She was supposed to be her sister and love her,
but Moira had tormented her since she was a toddler. It wasn't the first time
her elder sibling had upset her but until recently Abigail had assistance of one
of her brothers. Jamie and Graeme had moved away, and since then, Moira's
attitude towards her had been dreadful.
She missed Jamie; he used to look after her a bit, but Graeme left to join the
army when Abigail was ten and had not returned home for any length of time
since.
Abigail hated her sister more than ever. They lived in a remote town, and her
being sacked would soon travel. She would struggle to find another job, but
maybe that was Moira's aim all along - to get her to move out of their town.
She looked down the road, intending to cross when she saw Quentin in his Dad's
car about to drive past. She waved him down and then nerdy boy pulled in a few
yards from where she was standing. "Hi," she called and stepped into the
passenger's seat.
"What you doing?"
"Drive," she barked and he put the car into gear. "Ah got somet'ing to show ya.
But it's in Moira's bedroom."
"Pardon?" Quentin asked. "What's in her bedroom?"
"Stuff," Abigail told him. "Just drive. Moira still not getting her trollies off
for yer?"
He snorted and shook his head as he pulled up outside Abigail's house. She
unlocked the front door and coaxed Quentin to the bedroom she shared with Moira.
He stared around it, he had never seen it before, and Abigail sat him on the
bed, telling him that she wouldn't be a minute.
Abigail closed the door and counted to three. What she was planning was truly
spiteful, but Moira had just done the same to her. She took a deep breath and
removed all of her clothes and picked them up, opening the door and putting them
on the floor.
Quentin's eyes widened as he saw her and she smiled. "Me," she told him. "Ya got
me."
His legs shook, and his hands went clammy, and she smiled sweetly. "Wer ... wer ...
ah?"
Abigail laughed at his expression. "Moira said she dain't want to put out, but
yer can 'ave me 'stead." He gulped and she sidled over to him, unbuttoning his
shirt. "Dunnae worry. I've done it many times." He tried to stop her, but his
resolve was weak and Abigail's had no fear as she unbuttoned the trousers.
She slid the trousers down to his ankles but left his socks on and moved in to
kiss him. He resisted so Abigail gave a gentle squeeze of his manhood and he
yelped loudly. He opened his mouth and she kissed him, pushing her naked body
onto him and then rolling off.
She manoeuvred him on top of her and told him to take his own weight as she
guided his erect cock into her. "Push in and out," she told him and stared into
his sweaty, rotund face as he adopted a basic rhythm. Abigail knew that it
wouldn't take much and once he had orgasmed once, he would want it all the more
from Moira.
Quentin gave dramatic mews with every breath he exhaled and Abigail started to
buck her hips with the same rhythm. She swore and gave him lewd compliments.
Quentin sighed and grunted, pumping his girlfriend's sister full of air as he
withdrew completely causing Abigail a degree of discomfort, but she gave
theatrical sighs and falsified groans before congratulating him on his prowess.
Quentin grunted and cried out, his piggy face screwed up, and he squirted deep
into Abigail who gave a small cry as he did.
The girl smiled; he was a crap lover, but he meant so much to Moira. She looked
into his eyes, and they heard movement from behind the door. Abigail panicked
and tried to throw him off her, but she was too late, and Moira opened the door,
staring at the two lovers on her bed.
Chapter VIII
"You clatty cow," Moira cried out as she burst into the room. Quentin stared at
her and she pushed him off her sister, laying out in her bed. "Yer a clatty
bitch. 'E's mine."
"Then fuck him," Abigail replied. "Yer just a frigid witch. Yer fuck things up
for everyone." Moira grabbed Abigail's throat, and the younger girl kicked her
sister away from her. "He just liked me better."
"No," Quentin muttered but neither sister was listening.
"'Cause I ain't fat like you." Abigail laughed at her, and wiped her hand on her
loins before reaching up and smearing it over her sister's tearful face. "Taste
him!" Moira pulled back, clenched her hand into a fist and smacked her sister
in the eye as hard as she could.
Abigail cried out and she tripped over Quentin on the floor before looking at
her sister. "I'll kill ya," Moira warned and turned her attentions to Quentin.
Abigail pulled her clothes from the floor and frantically put her underwear,
jeans and T-Shirt on as Moira screamed at her beau.
"Stop it!" Abigail cried, but Moira continued to rain blows down on her partner,
telling him that they were finished. She turned to Abigail and grabbed hold of
her hair, throwing her against the wall. Abigail managed to get her hands out,
but still hit the wallpaper with a sickening crunch.
She turned around and faced her sister. "This was for getting me sacked," she
yelled at her. "Hurts, doesn't it?"
Moira wiped her eyes. "Ahh 'ate you." She looked down at Quentin and stared at
him. "Ah 'ate you too."
Abigail shrugged and picked up her shoes, slamming the door to the shared
bedroom as she went. She didn't want to be around Moira, and her Quentin any
longer and she had certainly not intended to be caught by her sister during the
act. She had hoped to cause confusion with Quentin - so that he came to demand
sex from Moira, not cause conflict between Moira and herself.
Abigail had always found it hard to deal with her sister; Moira disliked her -
as did her elder brother Graeme - and whenever she saw either of them there was
a tension and angry dislike. It was a little irrational, but it Moira clearly
felt the same, and although Abigail regretted the way she had used spiteful
language against her, it clearly wasn't the worst thing that she had done that
day.
She left her terraced house and ran down the road towards the little town she
lived in. She wanted to escape, but she was a long way from being able to. She
wondered about running off to Glasgow or Edinburgh to find some fortune among
the bright lights. She looked behind her and saw the family car of Quentin shoot
past her - he was alone - and she felt a little bit guilty.
She stopped and sat down by the side of the road, looking out over the river to
think: she had certainly never wanted to break her sister's relationship and she
knew her parents would be furious with her.
They would probably throw her out of the house, she was sure of that, and she
became worried about where she would go. There was no room at Lisa's house, and
she no longer had a boyfriend. She needed help and what she got was another blow
to the side of the face, knocking her onto the ground.
Moira stood over her, glaring into her eyes and brought her foot up. "Stop,"
Abigail cried but only managed to get out of the way of the stomping foot by
inches. "Stop it!"
"Ahh ... yer a dirty cow," Moira cried. "Ah dunnae want tae live wi' ya no more."
Tears streaked down Abigail's face as she righted herself, slipping on the
embankment.
"I'm sorry," Abigail shouted. "Ah was angry."
"Ah 'ate you. Ah ain't livin' wi' you no more," she shouted and Abigail
scrambled away. Moira tried to give chase, but Abigail was thinner, quicker and
fitter and she had soon put a couple of streets between herself and her
incandescent sister.
Abigail panting, looked behind her and ran out into the road, wanting to get to
the big house of her ex-boyfriend as soon as she could. She closed her eyes to
wipe her left eye, full of tears, when she heard the screeching of a car coming
towards her.
Chapter IX
"What were ye doing?" A stern voice cried, and the woman helped Abigail to her
feet. "What were ye up to? Silly lass. Nearly got yourself killed." Abigail
swayed slightly as she stood on her feet and the woman parked Abigail on a
garden wall.
"I'm fine," Abigail muttered, but the woman told her to stay there while she
parked the car out of the middle of the road, and then escorted the teenage girl
some stairs for a "cup of tea."
Abigail's foot hurt, and her ankle was sore. She walked up the flight of steps
and was seated in a chair of the large office while the woman - who had
introduced herself as "Margaret" - made her a drink. "We better have a look at
that ankle, Abigail," she told her as she passed her a cup of tea.
The girl didn't flinch as the woman knelt down beside her and Abigail took off
her shoes and then her socks. "How do you my name is Abigail?"
Margaret chortled. "Everyone knows you, young lady." Her voice dropped slightly
as she turned over the ankle in her hand. "Your brother used to work for me. And
I know your father very well. As well as your mother," Abigail blinked as the
woman studied her ankle. "It's bruised," she told her.
"How do you know my father?"
"He is the Sergeant for the town. I am a solicitor, work it out," Margaret told
her a little dismissively and licked her lips, getting up and washing her hands
in the tiny kitchen adjacent to the office. "Bit of ice and that'll be fine. So,
what were you doing haring down the road, trying to get yourself killed?"
Abigail shook her head. "Been fighting with Moira ... my sister."
"I know Moira."
Abigail sniffed and licked her lips. "She got me sacked from my caf‚ job 'cause
she wants to work there, so I ummm ... well I messed around with her boyfriend."
Margaret gulped and tutted, shaking her head, and Abigail's face fell slightly.
"I know ... but she 'ates me." Abigail took a deep breath and Margaret looked at
her.
"You have a lot of your mother," she muttered. "She was ..." There was a sigh and
the solicitor turned around a picked up a bundle of papers, opening a drawer to
her right. "It's not good to use sex as a weapon."
Abigail nodded. "I know." Margaret snorted.
"Then why did you?" Abigail buried herself behind her drink and just hummed.
Margaret smiled as she filed the first file away, and then the second on a
different drawer. "Moira's no angel, we know that," she told her but licked her
lips as she took another sip of her drink. She passed a file over to the desk
and looked at Abigail. "Put that it the top drawer under "Parkinson, please
love."
Abigail filed the folder and got passed another one, and another. Margaret
returned to her seat, behind her desk and picked up some papers. "Give me twenty
minutes and'll give you a lift home," she promised. "Just got a file to prepare
for tomorrow." Abigail nodded and picked up the empty cup, taking it to the
sink to rinse. Margaret appeared busy, and she would happily have walked home as
her ankle wasn't that sore, but the sound of rain against the glass made her
change her mind.
She returned to room to see Margaret in front of a photocopier, copying a big
pile of papers. "Ah'll do that," Abigail offered and held out her hand. Margaret
looked at it and thanked her after a moment's thought.
"All of them," she told her and returned to her seat to cross through text in
red pen. Abigail was a little nervous with the photocopier; she had only used a
handful of times at school, but it whirred into action and the light shone
across the room as it scanned the pages. Abigail sorted the copied papers out,
straightening them and putting them on Margaret's desk as she looked up. "All
done?"
"Ummm ... yeah, think so." She looked back at the photocopier and removed the last
source page from the machine. "Yeah," she muttered and Margaret smiled.
"Let's take you home." Margaret passed Abigail her coat, and needlessly helped
her to her feet.
"I dain't have a home no more," she muttered, and Margaret snorted.
"Yer parents. Ah know them well, and they'll be angry ... disappointed mebbe ... but
you'd still 'ave an 'ome. Let's get ya home."
"Thanks," Abigail murmured and she waited as Margaret locked her office and then
the stairwell at the bottom of the steps. She unlocked her car - a sporty
little hatchback and Abigail climbed in; it was a lot newer than any other car
she had been in.
"What are you doing for a job?" Margaret asked and Abigail shrugged. "I own that
practice, there's another solicitor who works there. We need a new office
assistant," she offered. "I'd be happy to give you a try for the week."
"Office assistant?"
Margaret looked at her as she started the car. "Filing, cleaning, making cups of
tea, running errands." Margaret pulled out into the empty road and let her
comment hang in the air. "I'd pay four hundred and forty a month, plus lunches.
If it works out."
Abigail took a deep breath. "Wow! Yeah, I'd love to."
"You can start Monday," Margaret offered. "Just to see." Abigail nodded, and
Margaret smiled at her. "Your brother was very good as an office junior, mind.
Let's hope you're just as sharp, eh?"
Abigail didn't know what to say!
* * * * *
Moira absented herself from the room the moment Abigail entered. "I've said I'm
sorry," she wailed as her big sister pushed past her, knocking her into the
wall. "Ah said ..."
Shona groaned. "Why did you do it Abigail?"
The teenager shrugged at her mother. "She got me sacked and ah just ..."
Her father turned around in his chair. "Yoo need a damn good hiding, young
lady." Abigail nodded and stared at the floor. "She's yer sister, yer don't mess
'round like that."
"She maybe my sister, but she's always 'ated me. She's ..."
Iain got up from his chair and pushed his daughter against the wall. "Yer
seventeen noo, yer respec' yer sister and t'is family." He sniffed and held up
his hand causing Abigail to close her eyes and expecting to be hit, but Shona
got up and put her arm on Iain's. "Moira's yer sister," he cried.
Abigail gulped and looked straight at her father as he released his grip on her
shoulder and she backed away. "Abigail," her mother called. "Ahh sit da-rn
dear." The teenager blinked and wiped her eyes as her mother coaxed her to the
sofa, before getting her to tearfully recount the day.
Shona listened, but Iain kept interrupting her to chastise his teenage daughter
in an aggressive tone. The mother glared at her husband. "Let 'er speak," she
barked. "Ya made a fair few mistakes in yer past as well." Iain's expression
changed, and Abigail winced.
"It's not nice," he replied, and she glared at him.
"She's me wee lass," Shona spat back. "Ah she's a silly gal but yer no angel,
love." He gulped and withered under the stare of his wife. She rubbed her hand
on the back of Abigail's. "Ah'll sort out Moira," she promised.
"She 'ates me," Abigail told her with tears in her eyes. "She 'ates me."
"She doesn't," Shona soothed.
"Ah doo," Moira said from the doorway. "Ah want 'er to dae." Abigail turned in
time to see Moira in her coat and shoes, shut the door to the lounge and walk
calmly out to the street.
Shona looked at her husband. "Go after 'er," Shona cried. "Deal with 'er." Iain
was already getting up and strode out of the room.
"I didnae want tae cause t'is trouble," Abigail cried and was pulled towards the
open arms of a motherly embrace. "Ah just wanted a job an' she spoilt it."
* * * * *
Abigail put on her best dress and did a twirl in the mirror in the hallway.
"Dirty bitch," Moira muttered as she stormed past her.
"Moira, I'm sorry."
"'oo is it? Some twelve year old payin' you or some desperate old man." Abigail
ignored her. "Ya had a weird taste in boyfriends. That Simon, 'es a nasty ..."
"It's Quentin," Abigail told her coldly. "E's taking me out. Said I wasn't fat
like you." Abigail spat coldly at Moira raised her hand to strike her sister,
but Abigail pushed her out of the way.
"Ah 'ate you," Moira cried, and Abigail shrugged.
"I 'ate you too," she replied. "So does Quentin." She watched as a tear rolled
down Moira's cheek and the elder sister backed away. "He was telling me after we
screw'd in tae woods."
Moira sniffed back a few tears and shook her head. Abigail felt guilty again but
why did Moira have to make her so angry?
The walk to Simon's house on the warm Summer's day was not an unpleasant one.
She carried with her an overnight bag, just in case, and Simon lived on a large
detached house on the edge of the little riverside town, nearest to the seaside
estuary. He was waiting for her on the small wall that lined their front garden
and the accountant's son opened the side gate.
Abigail looked at the giant white canopy in the garden and then at her
ex-boyfriend. "So that's a marquee?"
"Yeah. Well Mum's out. Dad's workin' in his study. Said we could 'ave music and
stuff on." She passed him a small present from her bag.
"Happy birthday," she told him and kissed him on the cheek. "For later." He
raised his eyebrows. "Who's coming?"
He strode over to the marquee and pulled Abigail over to him. "Me ... I 'ope."
"Is June here then?"
"Oh, and I've invited Alistair. But he said you ain't to go near him."
Abigail laughed. "Ah dain't need to." He glanced down at her bag, and she
shrugged. "I kinda want to give ya a treat though."
"Ya stayin' the night?"
"I might do. If I'm invited t'at is."
"I'll check with June," he teased. "See what she thinks." They were interrupted
by the sounds of a bunch of Simon's friends coming up the garden and then Lisa
screeching towards her best friend.
Simon put some pop music on, followed by some dance music while Simon provided
several cans of alcohol and an assortment of unhealthy snacks. His Dad appeared
to grab some drinks and offered Lisa a dance, which caused howls of amusement as
the shy girl blushed when she became the centre of attention.
The banter was good natured, and Abigail played football with some of the boys
briefly as well as danced with a number of her classmates. She got teased on her
reputation, but Abigail didn't mind.
One of her class, a pretty girl called Mary, bounced over to Simon, kissing him
on the cheek and telling him that she had to go home early. "It's from us all.
Happy birthday," she screeched as she gave him the gift. "Ya so manly now." She
rubbed her hands over his chest and giggled.
Abigail groaned; she didn't like to see "other girls" be so flirtatious with her
ex-boyfriend, it was always her job. She scowled and whispered to a few of the
girls who disappeared at the back of the marquee and walked over to her other
ex-boyfriend present at the party.
Abigail pulled Alistair by the hand and he shook it free. "Leave me aloon," he
begged but Abigail kissed him on the lips, grabbed his hand again and pulled him
towards her and then pushed him up the garden to a dozen trees near the
boundary. "What dya want?"
Abigail laughed and pushed him up against the far tree. "Say sorry," she said in
a babyish voice and ran her hands down his flanks. "I just want to say sorry.
Properly." She felt him tense and close his eyes and heard him count to ten. She
rubbed her hands down his flanks.
"Stop that, please. Just ... oh Abigail, please. Don't do this to me."
Abigail chortled and pushed herself in her figure-hugging dress up against him.
She felt around his body and gave low grunting noises. He mewed at her, and
began to pant. "You know what I can do. Don't fight it." He gulped and she ran
her hands down his trousers and saw him tense up and cry out. His crotch
twitched and she giggled, pulling down his trousers and his Y-Fronts at the same
time.
He gasped in panic as his cock bobbed free, his Y-fronts clearly covered in
semen and hanging from his my manhood. Abigail turned around amongst the trees.
"Girls. Ya see that?"
"Bloody hell Abigail, you weren't shittin' us," the first girl - a plump
teenager cried and appeared from behind a bush. She gazed at the panicked boy
who frantically tried to move, but Abigail watched him fall over his trousers
and into her.
Six girls from his class appeared, and a tear rolled down his cheek. "Yer ..." He
pulled his trousers up to his thigh.
"T'at's for callin' me a bitch," Abigail told him. "Ah tried to 'elp you."
"Yer 'elping 'im? How?" Abigail laughed at her friend and watched the hapless
Alistair run down the garden, his cock still showing and semen leaking from it,
past the rest of his class and out down the side of the house. "You bitch!" Lisa
cried at Abigail as she emerged in front of half the class. Abigail shrugged,
and Lisa scowled. "Leave 'im aloon now," she asked of her friend. "You'll make
him upset."
Abigail gulped, still smiling. "Yeah OK. I know."
The party continued, and Abigail arranged for Simon to have a slow dance with
Lisa but the party began to wind down, and a handful of the invitees helped
Simon move his stereo and the presents into the house while Lisa and Abigail
tidied up, putting the rubbish in the bin. They watched as Simon teased Lisa
into doing a cartwheel and then suggested to Abigail. "You can do a handstand?"
She laughed, complaining that she would show her knickers if she did. "That
ain't bothered you before!" Abigail rolled her eyes but retreated to a quieter
part of the Marquee, removed her underwear and then walked back over to him,
doing a handstand on the soft grass.
Her dress fell to her waist, and Simon gasped. "Can ya see me knickers?" The
slightly drunken girl felt a stray hand touch her bush, and she righted herself.
She stuck her tongue out at him and told him to open his present. Simon looked
at Lisa and his best friend who had blank expressions on their faces as he
picked up the gift
"We better go," Lisa told him as he unwrapped the box. He burst out laughing
when he saw a book on dating and a pack of condoms.
"Who's that for?" He asked, and she cocked her head.
"Tonight. If you want?" He looked at her, and she licked her lips. "Ahh come on
... ya got laid on your birthday every year since ya was fourteen. Ya think I want
to break that."
He gulped and smiled. "Why did you dump me?"
Abigail gave a nervous laugh and then saw that he was asking a serious question.
"Ya know why. We got stale. Sex apart, we just ... there wasn't enough there."
"What love?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Abigail moaned and adjusted her dress. "I still
like you." She cocked her head and kissed him. "I cannae a'not love ya. An' ah
think yer wonderful. But, ah ain't wanting to go out with ya. It's just ... not
now. Just accept it, and take me while I'm offering."
Simon laughed and took her by the hand. "I'd rather have you every night," he
told her, and she bit her lip as he escorted his ex-girlfriend up to his room.
The large bedroom he shared with no-one and although his bed was technically a
"single" it easily fit both of them when she stayed the night. At first, they
would have to sneak her into the room but as both families got used to their
relationship they were more open about it.
Abigail put her bag down on the floor and looked around the blue room; it was
exactly as she remembered when they had their "heart-to-heart" a few weeks
previous. The picture of her on the chest of drawers was still there, and she
looked at him.
She snorted and siddled over to him; kissing him on the cheek as he nervously
stood in his bedroom. He excused himself to go to the toilet and she undressed,
folding her clothes neatly on the chair in the room. He returned to find her in
his bed with her head just poking out from the duvet.
He undressed as she looked on, her hand rubbing his globes and grabbing hold of
his cock and she squealed as she knocked him off balance. "Wait," he cried and
jumped into the bed. Abigail looked into his eyes and slid down the bed,
dropping light kisses on his body and then his thigh. Simon groaned, and he ran
his hands through Abigail's long, brown hair.
Abigail sighed as she kissed the shaft of her lover and he gave an audible sigh.
"Been awhile?" Abigail teased, but he didn't hear and she rubbed her hands over
his cock as she caressed the corona with her tongue. He spread his legs, and
pushed his body into the springy mattress, grunting and she slipped a finger
into her mouth and rolled it along his testicles and then his perineum.
She pressed against his skin behind his testicles while her other hand pumped
the base of his shaft in a twisting motion, and her mouth bobbed up and down on
the top of his member. Simon grunted and gasped; Abigail was good at what she
did, and she rubbed his perineum in a circular motion. She looked up the bed at
him in the darkness and made out the feint outline of her ex-boyfriend, leaning
up slightly to watch his ex.
His breathing became ragged and irregular as she worked her magic on him; she
knew what he liked and his cock twitched. She felt his hips push against the bed
and begin to move in a gentle rhythm into her mouth. She steadied herself,
ready for his release.
Simon closed his eyes and gasped, holding his breath as his pelvic muscles
tensed and quivered, squirting a few waves of semen into her mouth. She sucked
the tip and swallowed, smiling up at him. He had a slightly glazed look in his
eyes, the moonlight shining into the room, lighting up his face.
He beckoned her up the bed and kissed her. "Thank you," he whispered and he put
his arm underneath her, pulling him to her. She felt the small hairs on his
chest tickle her body, and the warmth from him radiate to her.
"Your welcome," she whispered back. "Happy birthday."
He gave her a smile as she ran her hands through his body hair, occasionally
running her palm over his moist cock. Simon said nothing, enjoying the feeling
of his ex-girlfriend caressing him and just rubbed his hands over her. She
stopped him from going too close to her loins, telling him that the evening was
for him only.
She leant over to his ear and nibbled it. He laughed as it tickled and she moved
down his body, kissing his neck and then sucking his nipple. He grunted, and
she felt his cock stiffen. "Can I?"
"Of course," Abigail whispered, and he rolled on top of her. She instinctively
parted her legs; the act of going down on him made her excited, but he was an
experienced enough lover not to stab wildly at her before she was ready.
He eased himself forward, and she looked into his eyes as he pushed gently into
her. She held her breath as his cock entered her and sighed as he made gentle
rocking motions. He looked into her face and she smiled at him, her beautiful
face framed in the half-light. He grunted, he wasn't as sensitive as usual due
to Abigail's oral trick a few moments earlier and slowly thrusted forward to
bury his cock into her.
She moved her hips back and moved her legs up, changing the angle of his cock
and putting her legs around his waist. He groaned as she did, she got "tighter"
and he began to pump gently into her, pausing as his cock went all the way into
her before continuing his rhythm.
Abigail began to gasp and massaged his cock with her muscles, making passionate
mews as he drove his familiar manhood into her. She rubbed her hands down his
back and her bowed his head to kiss her.
They passionately embraced, their tongues touching and their lips caressing each
other. She almost willed him to go "faster" but Simon kept to his steady rhythm
causing Abigail to cry out.
She squeezed his waist inside her legs and clenched her fists as Simon sped up
slightly; her groaning and crying got louder and louder. She swore at him, and
her legs quivered; she gasped as she exhaled and held her breath. She was
nearing her climax and cried out.
He kissed her, and she gave a muffled cry into his mouth. Grabbing hold of his
skin she squeezed and her internal muscles clamping down on his cock. He grunted
and she gasped, her loins flooded with a lustful tension that caused her
muscles to spasm and a wave of intensity sweep through her.
Simon felt his ex-lover orgasm underneath him, and he began to powerfully pump
into her. She gasped as he did this through her climax and swore loudly as he
rammed his cock into her freshly satisfied pussy.
He grunted, his cock twitched and she felt her insides splatter with his semen.
He slowed for a brief moment and then swept his cock in and out of her before
sitting back on his haunches. Abigail sighed. "Missed that," she muttered and
reached for "their" roll of toilet tissue.
"What were the condoms for?" Simon asked with a smile, and she giggled. "But I'm
here if you want it. You know I'll always have time for you."
They talked briefly as she wiped his cock and then her leaking pussy and cuddled
up next to him to enjoy her post-orgasmic glow. Simon yawned as she snuggled up
to him and he turned to cuddle her. "Love you," he muttered as settled down.
"And good night."
"Yeah," Abigail muttered. "Good night." Abigail waited for Simon to drift off
and then slid out of the bed; she had started to feel content with his arms
wrapped around her, and it was wrong. Simon wasn't her boyfriend, and she had
made a decision that he wasn't to be. She didn't want to fall for him again. She
silently got dressed and crept downstairs as the clock struck midnight, quietly
opening the back door and slipping out into the garden.
It might have been cold, but she would be home in fifteen minutes and started
walking through the small town at the dead of night with the uneasy feeling that
she was being followed.
Chapter X
Abigail was nervous as she rang the bell on the door to the solicitors. "Come
in," she heard shouted and she nervously pushed open the door and walked up the
stairs to the second floor; it was above a large newsagents, and she was smiled
at by the middle aged woman. "This is Jake, my legal partner."
"Partner?"
"Work partners," she told her. Jake was at least ten years younger than Margaret
and had short black hair on top of a grinning face and a stocky body.
"Hey, no more filing," he said with a gleeful look at Abigail. "It's 'orrible."
Margaret smiled, and she shook her head and showed Abigail around their small
office. The main office consisted of three desks, with a computer on a spare
desk and next to Margaret. A separate consultation room was private and
accessible from the front of the solicitor's office.
Abigail was told to sit at the front of the office, greet people as they came
in, make drinks in the small kitchen, do filing, photocopying and type up
letters.
It was basic secretarial work, and the sort she felt she could do easily, and
the best bit was that it paid more money that the caf‚; she almost felt like
thanking Moira for getting her sacked, but that was one bridge too far!
* * * * *
Abigail put the cup of tea on the desk in front of the middle-aged woman who
passed her a handwritten letter in return. "Type that up for me, love," she
asked. Abigail nodded and walked over to the terminal in the corner of the room
and loaded up "WinWord." She had used it a few times at school, but the last
fortnight had seen her improve her typing skills considerably as she typed
several letters for her bosses.
Margaret glanced over as the girl loaded the computer and took a sip of her
drink, reaching into a drawer and passing a small envelope to her. "Wages," she
told her with a smile. "Pay you every fortnight, love. You've earned it."
Abigail thanked her. "What ya doin' at weekend?" Jake asked her as she returned
to him a letter about outstanding rent on a tenancy.
Abigail shrugged. "I dunno. Get away from Moira," she muttered. "Simon might
take me up the coast." Jake gave a grin.
"Ya keep talking 'bout him."
Margaret laughed at her colleague. "Ya ne'er talk 'bout your ex." Abigail gave
him a look, and he sipped at his glass of water.
"No," he mused. "She's a bi ..." Margaret coughed and glared at her legal partner.
"Moira's been a b .. ahhem," Abigail told him with a smile.
"You did a nasty thing," Margaret told her.
"Ah know," she replied with a resigned tone to her voice. "I did something
without thinking. Ah didnae want to hurt her like this. Ah mightn't like her,
but she's still me sister. But she just hates me now and I hate being at 'ome."
"Move out," Jake said with a flourish. "Hey, Margaret. What about that flat
upstairs, you ain't got a tenant and ..."
"No," Margaret blurted out with a panicked look on her face. "No she's ... well ..."
"I am seventeen," Abigail told her with a scowl.
"Ah well. It's just. It's a one bedroom flat, no telly and ..."
"Sounds perfect," Jake told her.
Margaret took a deep breath. "I don't think your ma and pa will be happy with
the idea. Certainly not that flat.
"They'll be fine," Abigail muttered. "Can I see it? Would I be able to afford
it?" The phone went before Margaret could answer it, and Jake took the key from
behind Margaret's desk as she frantically gestured for him not to.
"I'll show you," he told her and opened the door to the office into a small
hallway and then up a flight of stairs in front of them that lead back on top of
the solicitor's office. "It's been up for a few weeks, but it's quite
reasonably priced." He unlocked the wooden front door and walked into the room;
the lounge was dated, as were all the rooms and there was a slight musty smell.
Jake opened the windows and showed her the flowery bedroom, the greyish-green
bathroom, the small kitchen and where the battered vacuum cleaner was kept. "She
can take it out ya wages," he offered. "Forty five pounds a week and t'at
includes the leccy bill 'cause our office is on the same meter. Just rates and
food."
Abigail sniffed as she ran her hands over the sofa and looked around the room.
"My own bedroom," she mused. "And away from ... Can I think about it?"
"Sure. It's a big step moving out for the first time." He smiled at Abigail's
face - a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "But it might be what you need.
I moved to University when I was seventeen, and it was great.
"Ah'll think 'bout it," Abigail told him.
Chapter XI
There was a knock on the front door of the terraced house and Abigail looked up.
"Not fer me," she muttered and stared at Moira and her parents sat around the
table.
Moira groaned and threw her fork down on the plate, striding down the small hall
and flinging open the door. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the face of her
ex-boyfriend and went to close it when her put his foot in the door. "Moira,
please. Ah wanna spa'k to you."
She snorted. "Yer screwed that dirty bitch," she cried. "Five years Quentin. Ah
told you yesterday and day 'fore at bakery. Ah keep tellin' ya, ah not goin' out
with ya."
He bit his lip and opened pulled out a ring from his pocket. "But I love you,
Moira." He got down on one knee and held it out. "Marry me."
She snorted. "Yer must be jokin'," she shouted. "Yer messed with ... her."
"I've been waitin'," he told her. "For weeks. I'll ne'er do anythin' like that
again."
Moira gasped and bit her lip, shaking her head. "Anyone but ... her." She watched
Quentin get up and wipe a tear from his eye before turning to see her father
approach the door. "Ga inside," he barked at his eldest daughter, and she looked
at her ex-boyfriend and her father and nodded; she knew better than to disobey
him. She looked at the apologetic face of Quentin and backed away.
"Moira," he cried. "Ahh Moira, I wanna talk. Don't go."
"Go," Iain shouted as his daughter hesitated and he closed the door behind her.
"If I ever see you at this how-se aga'n I'll skelp you into next week, ya hear
me?"
"But ..."
"But you leave mi gals alone. Yer cannae mess wi' them. Yer done enough damage."
Moira listened from behind the door, not wanting to peer from the window in case
she was seen by her father. "Ah love Moira. I cannae ..." His assertions were
interrupted by a thump and a cry.
"Yer leave mi gals alone," he shouted, and Moira retreated to the kitchen
staring at the ground. She took a deep breath, tapped the side of the table and
lurched to her right, smacking her fist into the face of her sister.
"'e was going to marry me," Moira cried loudly. "Yer spoilt it, like yer spoil
everythin'." Abigail cried out and pushed Moira away, but the elder girl wasn't
sat down and had the leverage to hit and punch her defenceless sister.
Abigail did her best to slide off of the chair, putting her hands, arms or table
between her and the blows that were raining down upon her from above but Moira
was determined. Iain pulled Moira off of her as he returned to the room and
shouted at his daughter, but Moira ran away and up the stairs to her room.
Shona comforted Abigail. "She doesn't deserve this," Shona claimed. "Yer need to
sort her out." Abigail rubbed her face and shook her head; she wasn't badly
hurt with the exception of a few bruises that were forming.
"Margaret has a flat in the town. Says I can rent it from her."
"Oh no," Shona cried. "T'is ain't splittin' up me family."
"I'm goin' Ma," Abigail told her quietly. "S'for the best."
Iain cleared his throat. "Yer too young."
Abigail bit her lip. "I'm not. And I can't stay here." Iain looked at his wife,
and Abigail hummed. "Is'nae fair on Moira, or me. I'll only be down t' road,"
she told her parents, still staring at the table. "But I can't stay here."
"Yer ..."
"Dad was sixteen when 'e moved out. Ah want to stay there."
"But not that flat," she cried. Abigail's expression changed, and Shona implored
her husband who looked at his daughter.
"Yer really want tae?" Abigail pursed her lips and nodded before reminding her
parents that she was less than half-a-mile away but was getting her
independence. Iain rubbed his hand on Abigail's and nodded with pursed lips.
"Then yer better get packing."
"Iain," Shona cried, but Iain held up his hand.
"Aye, if it's what the girl wants," he told his wife. "Then ah'll 'elp her."
* * * * *
"Got a new place to live," Abigail cried the moment she saw her friend on the
green. "Margaret said I could have the flat upstairs," Abigail told her friend
in an excited voice. "Said she'd take it out of me wages."
Lisa grinned. "So no more Moira."
"Aye, no more Moira." Lisa giggled at her friend. "Lunch?"
"Starvin'," Lisa replied and they walked towards the small bakers. "No butties
today?"
"Ma's out of bread," Abigail told her. "I'll get some for her with me lunch. But
cannae believe gettin' me own flat. It's small. Bedroom, bathroom, living room
and kitchen, real small, but it'll be me own."
"Can I move in with you?" Lisa asked. "'Cause me Dad's making up for lost time."
Abigail laughed out loud and jumped over some dog mess on the path.
"Yeah, and you think it'll be any different livin' with me?" Lisa didn't
respond, and the vivacious girl straightened her clothes. "Was thinking of that
Alistair. He needs teachin' 'cause if he ain't gonna last for more than a few
seconds he needs to know stuff."
Lisa cackled. "Sex teacher?"
"Yeah, Boyfriend SOS stuff, loads of our class'll be shit. Thought I'd send some
off knowing what to do with what's 'tween their legs. What dya reckon?"
"I reckon yer crazy. What about Simon? I mean, at his party ..."
"I know, I know," Abigail dismissed her friend with a snort. "I donnae think he
wants me. Apart from for sex."
Lisa bit her lip. "I think he does," she told her. "I think he misses you." They
looked down the road and stepped off the pavement, walking around a stationary
car to join a small queue at the bakery. "I know he does."
"I donnae want him," she told her. "It's hard 'cause me heart says yes but my
head knows I shouldn't."
"But ya movin'. Make sure ya tell him, right?"
Abigail snorted. "Yeah. Long as he doesn't just turn up 'specting sex all the
time." Lisa watched her staring at the pastries in the glass display cabinet.
"Yeah, 'cause you've never given him sex have you?"
Abigail sniffed. "Nah. But I'll have all me young boys visitin' me, won't I?"
Lisa laughed. "Be awkward if he's around. I need the likes of Alistair to come
see me!"
"We've scared Alistair enough, right? We can leave 'im alone. Pick someone
else."
"Yeah, mebbe," Abigail replied and gave the baker her order.
"Abigail. He was proper upset after the party. You did a mean thing to him. He's
a nice lad, just with a big problem. And you ain't helpin'. If you want to help
him stop being a bitch to him."
"Yeah I know," Abigail moaned. "I did another mean thing. I ran away from
Simon's bed when he was asleep after the party." Lisa stared at her, and Abigail
shrugged. "It felt wrong to stay there ... after he'd had his birthday present."
Abigail gulped and shrugged.
Lisa tutted. "'E'll be upset. Yer sex drive is hurting everyone at the moment,
isn't it?"
Chapter XII
Abigail nervously fidgeted on the doorstep of the plush house of her ex as
figures inside moved towards the door. She put her hands in her pockets and
waited in the light drizzle. Simon answered it and stared at the wet teenager.
"Come in," he offered and even cracked a wry smile.
She paused briefly and, feeling disarmed by his smile, walked in. "I want to say
sorry," she offered, and he gave a little grunt.
"I must be losin' my touch," he told her. "'Cause I ain't had a girl sneak off
in the middle of the night before ... especially after sex. Woke up feelin' right
depressed."
Abigail's expression changed from apologetic to guilt, and she shrugged. "Yeah.
It just felt ... it felt like eet did before."
"Is that bad?"
She sucked in air through her teeth. "Yeah," she muttered. "'Cause it wasn't a
'Ah love you' fuck it was a 'happy birthday' fuck." He gave a grunt, and she bit
her lip. "It felt warm and content, and it should'nae 'ave done."
He laughed and put his hand on her waist. "Yer wet, can I put your clothes on
t'radiator?" She shook her head, and he gave a little laugh. "OK, I saw you
leave. You woke me up as you closed my door," he confessed. "I wasnae upset. I
knew."
Abigail gave a dramatic sigh, and he chortled to her. "So, yer'nae upset?"
He gave a wry smile. "No. I followed you. I didn't want you walking back through
the town at night on your own." She gulped, and he laughed at her concerned
expression. "Just put a dressin' gown on. That wind got everywhere."
"Then why did'nae you ...?"
"Oh Abigail," Simon teased and took her hand. "If you wanted me to walk you home
you would've asked." She stood akimbo at the bottom of the stairs glaring at
him.
"Exactly. So yer did somet'ing yer knew ah would'nae a-like."
"Yeah, and if you were attacked by a predator in the night you'd have been
grateful for me there."
"Ah can look after me-self," she cried, and he nodded.
"I agree. And the nearest thing to a sex predator in this town is you. As you
prey on all the young men." Abigail scowled, and he looked at her. "Ya want a
drink? And to sit by the fire."
Abigail shook her head. "No. I came to tell you that ah'm movin' as well."
"Oh," he muttered, his face falling. "Not far?"
She shook her head. "In town. Just away from ... well Moira really."
"Lisa told me what you did. Didn't think she would hate you more than she did
before."
"Yeah well ... she does. Moving on top of solicitors."
"Who with? Lisa?"
"On mi own," Abigail said firmly. "But, as a friend - and nuttin' more - you can
come 'round for a bit."
Simon grunted. "I will," he promised. "To make sure you're safe."
* * * * *
Iain carried down the box down the stairs, tripping over Abigail's shoes at the
bottom. He swore, but his daughter appeared within seconds, scooped them up, and
then disappeared again.
Even though Abigail was only moving to a "small flat," she still insisted on
taking all of her clothes, books and even her own mug. Moira watched on as their
shared bedroom was emptied of Abigail's belongings, smiling occasionally but
not helping.
Her mother walked out to the car as Abigail hovered outside the bedroom. "Ah
know you 'ate me," Abigail told her sister. "Ah would, and ah know you dain't
believe me, but ah'm sorry."
"Yer not," Moira spat back and sniffed. "Five years," she muttered quietly to
Abigail. "Ah loved him. And yer fucked it up for me. So yeah, ah 'ate you."
Abigail looked down at the floor and sniffed, taking a deep breath. "Yer a
nasty, dirty lass. Ev'ryone 'ates yer Abigail. Just ... ah hope I ne'er see ya
again."
Abigail wiped her eyes and sighed, picking up the last of her bags and walking
out to the small car her parents owned. Her Dad rubbed his hand on the front
wheel as Abigail opened the back door and they drove silently to the small flat.
Abigail had a key to unlock the doors at the bottom of the stairs and then to
open the door to her flat. Her mother looked exhausted as she made it up the
final stairs and wandered into the kitchen to put the "kettle on."
Abigail proudly showed her parents around her small flat - the bedroom was just
big enough for a double bed and a mismatched wardrobe. The kitchen was small,
and the cupboards dated while the bathroom was a greyish-green colour. She
looked at her father standing on the worn carpet and desperately sought
approval. He smiled at her as she bit her lip. "Compared to our first 'ouse,
love, t'is a palace."
Abigail laughed. "Can we get my stuff?" She asked, eagerly. "I wanna unpack."
Iain laughed as she ran down the stairs and unlocked the car. Iain collared a
couple of blokes walking past to help and between the four of them, they carried
all of Abigail's belongings to her flat. "Who were they?"
Iain laughed. "Ah nicked 'em last week," he told her. "Fightin' outside pub."
Abigail laughed at him, but he shrugged and passed Abigail a card. "From us."
"Ah Daw," Abigail cried. "You did'nae need do anyt'ing." Iain smiled, and
Abigail opened the 'Good Luck' card to have a small flurry of banknotes leave
the folds, and she gasped.
"It's expensive settin' up home," she was told by her mother and Abigail opened
the card to read the good luck messages inside.
"No Moira?"
"Yeah well, ya cannae blame her," Iain told his daughter firmly. "Ya brow-ke 'er
'eart."
Abigail sniffed and bit her lip. "I know. And I feel bad for it." She snorted.
"If only there was a 'Glad your fucking off' card for sale. She'd have sent
t'at" Iain laughed, and she rolled tongue over her lips.
"We'll leave you aloon," Iain promised and got up, hugging his daughter. "Ahh,
Ah'm prood of you. Yoo movin' on with ya life. Yoo grew-in up!" Abigail blushed,
and she nodded. "Ah mean it."
"As much as when you got your medal for bravery?" She teased, and he snorted
derisively.
"More. Much more. Ya'n a woman now."
"And if yoo need anything, you come see us," Shona told her daughter. "I dain't
want you to starve or whatever."
"I'll be fine," Abigail promised and watched as her mother wiped a tear from her
eye.
"'N' if you dannae like it: ya come 'ome, y'hear?"
Chapter XIII
"It's nice," Simon conceded as he returned to the lounge. "Just one thing
missin'," he told her with a grin. "A naked Abigail."
"Yeah, and on me knees with me face in ya lap ..." Abigail told him with a smile.
"I ain't that easy."
"Well ..." She looked at him and he pursed his lips. "Lisa said you wanted to run
a sex school for desperate young men." The teenager laughed loudly.
"Not quite," she moaned. "But ... well." She walked into the kitchen, and he
followed her as she filled the kettle up with water. "You remember your first
time?" A smile flickered across Simon's face as he looked at his ex-girlfriend.
"Twas your first time also," he reminded her and she licked her lips.
"Well it was special 'cause it meant something, but you were a bit shit." He
scowled at her, and she shrugged. "First few times you dain't know. We had to
try and stuff. Well I want to pass my knowledge on." He looked at her, and she
just snorted. "Oh come on I love it when you do the things you do, but someone
needs to show 'em that kissing me down there, back there, and everywhere is
nice. And how to do it."
Simon bit his lip. "It's a waste," he told her. "'Cause you ..." He hesitated and
she giggled.
"I still like you," she told him. "But ..."
"Let me move in," he blurted out and Abigail gasped as the kettle clicked off.
"There, I said it," he told her and took her hand in his, stroking her hair back
behind her ear with his other hand. "I've missed you." He looked into her eyes
as she blinked.
"I don'nae know what to say!"
"Say ... You never know what you've missed 'til it's gone," he told her and
gulped. "We could, you know, try again. 'Cause I still wan' ya."
Abigail looked at him, and he gave her a pleading look. He bit his lip and,
taking a deep breath, moved behind her and kissed her on the back of the neck.
"Simon," she called and sighed as he ran his hands down her back to her waist.
He lifted up her skirt and then kneeling down, gently pulled her knickers down
and parted her cheeks.
Abigail grunted. "No," she muttered but Simon had kissed her bud, and she gasped
as his tongue explored her anus. He flicked her bud, kissed it, licked it, and
poked it, while Abigail after initially trying to resist, closed her eyes and
savoured the sensations.
She moved her hand between her leg and put pressure on her clit while her ex
kissed her behind lovingly. She leant forward, resting her other hand on the
worktop and put her head on the cupboard as Simon expertly touched her.
Her breathing became ragged, she cried out and groaned moving her hips forward
as her partner buried his tongue in her hole. She closed her eyes, her fingers
were circling her button and she felt herself nearing a climax.
With a shudder and a loud squeal, Abigail came, the intense warmth starting in
her loins and sweeping through her to the ends of her hands and feet.
Her legs felt weak, and as she swore loudly, she grabbed hold of the worktop,
panting. She turned to face him, smiling back at her. "Do I need to do it again
or will ya say aye." She gulped and took a deep breath as he flicked her
butthole again. "I'll keep doin' it, 'til ya see sense."
She mewed and took a couple of deep breaths. She thought for a moment and moved
her body out of the reach of his tongue. "If we go out we have same problems as
before." Simon gulped and looked up at her.
"Ya don't miss me?"
"Course I bloody miss ya," Abigail snapped. "But we just got all sex and no time
for anyt'ing else."
Simon sighed. "OK, I promise I'll be a better boyfriend. Please, Abigail." She
shook her head, and he looked up at her. "Please. Ahh come on, I got ages 'fore
I leave for Uni. That'll be plenty of time for us and ..."
"And that's another thing," Abigail told him. "University. You're off to
Glasgae, that's miles and miles away. I dain't drive."
"Yeah but I do," Simon told her. "Dad said I could 'ave a car for goin' to Uni.
Oh please Abigail. I've really missed ya, and it's only been few weeks. And I
know we split up 'fore but we always get sorted in the end. I promise I'll want
more from you than sex."
She snorted. "If ya promise, we'll try again. But ya ain't movin' in," she told
him.
"But ..."
"I wanna live on me own before livin' with someone again," she said firmly. He
looked up at her and bit his lip.
"No more?" She shook her head, and he sniffed. "Even if I say I love you?"
"Ah love you too," Abigail told him with a smirk. "But I ain't wantin' to live
with you. Not yet." He sighed and took her by the hand leading her towards her
new bedroom. "What ya doin'?"
He bit his lip and reached in to kiss her causing her to push him away. "Ya can
take me to chippie after me brew," she said firmly. "Single track mind." He
grunted, and she hesitated. "If we got a future ya have to learn how to do that
stuff we used tae dae as well as the sex." He snorted, and she kissed him on the
cheek. "And stop wearing that shirt. You know I 'ate it."
"I like it."
"You look like a kid," she chastised him. "Ya not. And I ain't havin' it."
* * * * *
"It was a shitty thing to do," Lisa conceded and looked at the expectant face of
her friend's ex-lover. "We were just having fun."
Alistair gulped, and Lisa smiled at him. "'Ow do I know, this is'nae another
trick?"
Lisa gulped. "You don't," she told him. "But I want to go out with you."
"Where?"
Lisa snorted. "Pub? Drinky? Darts?"
Alistair gulped. "Pub?"
"Yeah, pub," she offered and leant in to kiss him. "Ya liked Abigail, right?"
Alistair sniffed, and she kissed him on the cheek. "Ah'm a lot like her." He
grunted and whimpered, and she whispered in his ear. "I reckon I can make you
spunk even quicker 'cause I'll kiss it," she promised.
"Ah ain't a toy. Ah ain't some game. Ah don't want a girl to touch it."
Lisa smiled. "Course ya do. I know what it's like," she told him, but he shook
his head.
"What d'ya know? Ah'm laughed at by ev'ryone. Yer not."
"I'll show you." Lisa nervously laughed. "Yer think I'm perfect?" He nodded she
held her hands out in front of her, taking her top off and then her bra. "Ya see
these?" Alistair gulped, and she pointed at her 34A breasts. "I was a double-A
'til last year. Abigail's a C Cup. I'm an A. I want bigger paps, but I ain't
gonna get 'em. Ev'ry time she gets all the looks." She gulped and watched
Alistair stare at her bosom. "Yer want a big dick and to last for ages, but ya
have to work with what ya got." She smiled at him and reached for her bra
sliding it over her bosom and clipping it. "Now, ya comin' to the pub or not?"
Alistair gulped and nodded. "But can I just ..." He stopped and she looked at him
fidgeting. "I just need to ..." Lisa laughed and shook her head, pulling him
towards her and sitting him on the sofa. "I ain't come. I just need to ..."
"Abigail taught me this," she confessed and slid cheap trousers down to his
ankles and pushed him back against the chair. His Y-Fronts, complete with a wet
spot where he had leaked pre-cum was evident and she looked into his eyes and
sunk her mouth on his cock, impaling her lips down on the stiff member.
He swore, and his legs tensed as she rolled her tongue around his glans and he
closed his eyes, holding his breath and gasping. She giggled and bobbed up and
down on his cock as her hands explored his body. He grunted and called out
Lisa's name, but she sucked the tip, and he shuddered. She withdrew her mouth
just in time to watch his semen leave his cock and hit her on the nose.
She giggled and caught the remaining spurts in her hand and looked at him. "Can
we get cleaned up and go to the pub now?" He nodded and she held out her other
hand to him.
He gulped and she washed her face and her hands while Alistair changed his boxer
shorts, before she held his hand as they left the riverside house Alistair
called home. "Say something," she told him and he bit down on his lip. "Your
cock is the perfect size for a blowjob," she told him. "Not too big and just
perfect." He gulped at her smile.
"Your much prettier than Abigail," he told her and bit his lip.
She laughed. "Can you play darts?" He shook his head, and she squeezed his hand.
"Then'll show you," she promised. "And Abigail wants tae show us all sorts." He
gave a weird whimper, and she squeezed his hand. "She's nice underneath. What
happened to you and your ..." Lisa stopped and gestured to her crotch.
He snorted. "I dunno. I guess ah've always been like that. Whenever I'd ... oh
it's so embarrassing."
Lisa giggled. "Get used to it," she told him.
"Yeah, but ah know ah ain't gonna keep a girlfriend," he told her. "And ev'ry
lass knows mi problem 'cause of Abigail."
Lisa's smile disappeared. "Yeah can keep your girlfriend 'appy," she promised.
"Yer just need to know how to do other things." She squeezed his hand as they
skipped down the road. "I ain't gonna care about your speed if you can do other
things." She giggled and looked at him. "Ah only been with a couple of guys, and
they were both shit. At least yer know yer need to do something different. They
reckon they are God's gift to mankind."
"Abigail though ..."
"She's demanding," Lisa explained. "And she doesn't know what she wants."
Alistair gave her a quizzical expression as she opened the door to the pub. "She
wants good sex, but she couldn't cope with Simon when 'e fell in love with her.
Made up some rubbish about them having too much sex. She can't cope with love."
She gave him a kiss as they entered the inn and he shivered. "She's not gonna
ever be happy with her life 'less she sorts herself out. She doesnae know a
good thing when she sees it."
"Please ..."
"Ah ain't gonna tease," she promised and opened the second door, striding over
to the bar. "Now what ya having?"
Chapter XIV
Margaret knocked stoutly on the door to the flat and Abigail let her in. "Just
checkin' you're all right," Margaret told her, putting a bag down on the floor,
as Abigail looked alarmed. Margaret looked the young girl up and down, dressed
in just a long T-Shirt and Abigail nodded.
"Fine," muttered the teenage girl.
"What ya up to?"
Abigail held out a book. "Readin',"
"Most of them are my old books," Margaret muttered. "This used to be my flat and
..." She stopped when she saw Abigail hold up a book and gasped. "That isn't
mine. That's a filthy book!"
"Ah found it on the bottom shelf." Abigail turned to the inside front cover.
"Who's Annabel Spott?"
"Sprott," Margaret muttered. "She was ... umm ... a tenant," she said quietly.
"Oh ... not want her books?"
Margaret took a deep breath. "When you were a baby. She'd um ..." Margaret gulped.
"She was murdered."
"Here?" Abigail asked, and Margaret shook her head. "In the flat?"
"Nah. Outside. But um ... well it affected a lot of people. We dain't talk about
it. And you won't go mentioning it."
Abigail hummed and flicked the book back to the page she was reading. "It's a
good book. She had good taste. Ah haven't read too much 'fore but this is good."
Margaret looked at her, and Abigail looked into the corner of the room. "Ah'd
want a telly really, but ..."
Margaret smiled at her and asked if she could sit down. Abigail offered her a
cup of tea, but the older woman declined. "It's a big jump movin' out," she told
her. "Ah promised your ma ah'd keep an eye on ya."
"I'm not a child," Abigail cried, and Margaret smiled.
"Nah, that yer not, Abigail. But ..." The solicitor rubbed her hands and gave a
feint smile, before touching her thumbs to her lips as she thought. "We're here
to help."
"I'm fine," Abigail moaned. "Just fine." Margaret smiled and reached into her
bag, pulling a pot plant. "Make an 'ouse an 'ome," she told her. "An I got my
Eddie comin' up from Birmingham next weekend with his fianc‚e. Angela her name
is. You want Sunday lunch?"
Abigail smiled. "That'll be good," she told her. "Thanks."
* * * * *
"Show him," Abigail told her partner who rubbed his hands through her crotch.
Alistair fidgeted, and she looked at Lisa. "I thought I told you ..."
"I did!" Lisa cried. "We had two ... umm ... well, he's not going to spunk by seeing
you naked. Now now anyway." Alistair blushed as everyone knew what they were
talking about and Simon turned back to Alistair. "Actually we found a particular
brand of condom is really good. We had sex for about a minute last night."
"Ahh wow!" Abigail said, genuinely happy that her friend may have found
something that helped but Lisa scowled and Abigail guessed her glee was
misinterpreted as sarcasm.
"Take a close look, Lisa's the same. See this point here, it's her 'on button'"
Abigail laughed as Alistair squirmed and she groaned.
"If we are in the buff then surely the boys should be too," Lisa suggested and
Abigail nodded.
"Yeah, 'cause ah've seen them both an' ah've ..."
"Sssssh," Simon cried, and he looked over at his lover. "Quiet." Abigail snorted
which was ignored and Simon returned to her anatomy. "Now this bit here, is her
cunt, and t'is is where you fuck her."
"We can skip this bit," Abigail told him, and he slapped her on the thigh.
"I won't warn you again about interrupting the lesson." She giggled, and he
looked at Lisa. "We are in seriously need to having to swap partners. My one is
getting very restless." Abigail threw him a disgusted look.
"Lastly her butt. Abigail loves being kissed here. Hell, she loves being kissed
all over but 'specially here." Alistair screwed his face up, and Abigail
reminded him that they were there to help him. "First things, gotta warm the
girl up. Sometimes this is very easy like Abigail. Other times it's a bit more
difficult." Abigail scowled at him, but Simon had Abigail roll onto her front
and taught Alistair a basic massage, followed by gentle kisses on the neck, the
breasts, the inner thigh and the pubic area which he repeated on Lisa, lay next
to Abigail on her double bed.
Abigail was already "warmed up" but she positively purred as her eighteen year
old lover then went down on her. He kept stopping to guide Alistair and this
frustrated Abigail who squirmed on the bed as he slid a finger into her and
curled it in on itself.
Lisa gave an audible groan as he did, and Simon patted the teenager on the back,
telling him to keep doing that. Alistair went down on Lisa until she came and
then beamed as Lisa told him that it was incredible and he was an "amazing
lover."
"Feels weird," Abigail told Alistair. "You're a nice kid but I dain't expect you
to be an amazing lover."
They laughed at her as Simon pulled himself up and held out a hand to Abigail.
"Mum and Dad want us for Sunday lunch," he reminded her. "Do you want to get
dressed?"
"No," Abigail told him. "Ah thought Ah'd do a Lady Godiva t'ough the streets of
Kirkcudbright." He snorted at her, and she just gave a little giggle. "Yeah OK,"
she moaned and got up. "Not a moment's rest." Simon came in from behind and put
his arms around the teenager, cupping her breasts and whispering into her ear.
"Love you," he whispered.
She turned to face her two friends on the bed. "We'll be four hours. Ummm ..."
"Can we borrow the flat?" Lisa asked. "We dain't get no peace at 'ome."
Abigail shook her head and looked at Simon. "Yeah, ga'un. But no stains on mi
bed," she warned and grabbed her clothes from the floor as well as Simon's hand.
"Leave 'em be," she told him and kissed him on the cheek as they shut the
bedroom door.