Little white buttons flew everywhere. What’s his name…? Anal sex You mean that young boy, hardly out of his teens who married the glamour-puss who looked as though she could eat him alive! He kicked my legs further apart again. I stood my ground. Probably uses it regularly to bring herself off ever since your dad passed away.’
That was it, I lost it. ‘I’m sure you really miss the demise of the milkman,’ he said, ‘milk-bottles are hard to come by these days and the supermarket plastic containers are no substitute!’ I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of asking what he’d shoved up there, I knew he’d be keen for me to know. You know how often he’s tried to grope me when he’s had a few – something you always dismissed as just a bit of inebriated fun. I struggled to walk with my tight skirt now down round my high heels and while I was concentrating on staying upright he secured my wrists to the kitchen taps.
