What A Bitch
They didn’t know I was there. “Are you going to fuck him?” “Probably,” said the other, and they giggled. “What about you?” “Yeh, definitely! I haven’t had a fuck for weeks.”
Suzie “What are you doing still here?” It was Mr Symonds, or Harry, as he was known to most of us. “The party starts in an hour,” and he gave me his lovely warm smile. “Angela, are you ready?” “Yes, I am, Mr Symonds, just finishing a few things.” Angela quickly jumped up from behind her desk and, slipping on her jacket, she did her best to appear relaxed and charming, which was everything she was not. “We’ll see you at th...