Sheryl's Last Stand

ck, but it refused to budge. 'I've de

ges, and there is no hope on the horizon. It makes them feel l

ng that covered his six-foot dark frame was a pair of

0 on the lock and g

id like Mart

daughter hitch up with a married m

Sheryl tried the lock again 'It was all abo

he ring to the other before climbing onto one of the corner posts and ho

pair of leopard print leggings. He picked up one of the underpants from the flo

ot slid on a pair of lacy knickers. Steel Ice grabbed his l

still se

OD!' shouted one o

le in her hand then went

stood up, Johnston rolled over and slid under the ropes and out of th

Beatrice yelled. 'She's i

ools; she picked it up along with her

ol around with HIM for?

rned on t

how, ' she yelled

were working for 'hands on Martin'

ck and tossed it in the bin. H

s mad. Lochgilphead was a small town. Small enough to be satisfied with a Co-op the size of newsagents, and an even smaller Spar, how could an under

ering her a cigarette. Martin at the time had a passion for big ballsy women, and Sheryl with a drink in her was ballsy, and big. He sidled up besid

, ' he said, helpin

his puffy face and

, pulling the new lock out of its p

body into her bed, she was hooked. Martin pressed all the right buttons, and on a good day, he made

money. He bought a shop in Oban and turned it into an art gallery. 'Tourism, not sex, is the answer,

hnston's blood. Steel Ice crashed the chair on Johnston

mean, what sort of grown man drives a spo

l muttered, checking the lock one mo

wouldn't notice him star

ing carried off on a stretcher. 'His new woman has a body that

see to that!' s

d to call her, and thought it would take more than a baby to dislod

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