“Should have hung them by their bollocks,” I said, and they nodded. Xxx It turned out health and safety rules wouldn’t let the coppers into water without an inflatable raft so they got one from Morecombe, which took three hours by which time the Pedo’s was well and truly fucked, totally rigor mortis, stiff, stone dead. Al ignored me and turned and leered at the barmaid, “Fancy a shag darlin?” he said seductively as he slid over to the bar with all the grace of a drunken ostrich, whatever they are. “No, I just had a coughing,” I said, “Ah!” as the bedroom door opened. Except when I went to bed there was this bulge in the bedclothes, “John,” she whispered, “I waited.”
“Shit, I’ve had nine pints I’ll never get it up.” I said but her hands were on my tool and the stirring started and the warmth and strength came flooding
