“Ooh that’s nice,” she said, “Bit further in,” she said,
I did as she said, “Do you like wanking me?” she said. “Taking advantage I’d say,” Gaffer announced, “I reckon if I wasn’t here he’d give thee one our Elsie. “Yes?” Gaffer and I asked together. I brought them back and with her still on the desk I started to rub some burn soothe on her rash. “You ent had a Donkey or Dog or summat has thee?” Gaffer asked, “There was a tart down Abattoir road used to fuck a Donkey round behind the Dog and Duck when she’s had a few.”
“No father, not a Donkey or an eel or snake or anything else except,” she paused. “Mmm that’s nice,” she said, “Me dad said I ought to get a bloke if wanking was giving me a rash.”
“Put up job was it?” I asked. “Mithering about Eddie Fawkes again,” he said, “Tha could have had his arm off and let us get on but no thee had to try and save it and cost us half a shift production, and his arm’s still bloody useless, he’ll not play Trombone again.”
“Well I’m not a doctor,” I insisted.
