Dinner that evening was a desultory affair. Anal sex He didn’t listen when his former daughter screamed at the now wide-awake oaf. If it had been him and some horny bitch, he would have shafted her there and then; none of this screwing around, just how do you do and wham, straight up the tubes until he was stuck; good and fast. He took the bit of string that served as a dog lead and with a cheery wave to his beleaguered mother, standing at the kitchen stoop, set off for Betty’s farm, dragging Rambo by his neck by the string lead that was getting tighter by the second. Rightly or wrongly, Rambo took this to mean, carry on, that’s really nice. Betty lives on a neighbouring farm, is nineteen, smitten with Ronan Keating, most of the current boy-bands, make up, her slippers and Gary… in that order. What was he to do?
