Reformation
David Shagton was sitting comfortably with convivial company in the dining room at № 16 DAHLIA DRIVE in Letchhampton. A romantic dinner for two was about to be supplied by Dai Diamond….with Waitress service. He was wearing a pretty pink frilly unisex slave apron, with matching high-heeled shoes, and nothing else. His scrotum was safely stashed inside, which made him a Maid. After they’d finished their meal, it would be fucking fun and frolics, but not for the server. Maybe her suitably submissive spouse might manage cuckold status....watching Wifey at work? Being so sentenced was something with which most likely he’d be quite comfortable.
Or perhaps it would simply be to tidy the kitchen, and retire quietly with a worthless wank? Either way, they’d find out in about an hour. As for his favourite friend John Diamond, he was on a date too….at № 8 ACACIA AVENUE. In analogous circumstances, David’s parents would be providing dinner. Helen Shagton’s virtue….well, vulva would be available, with Georgie Boy in the Naked Waiter wear. It was the usual slight misnomer, but not enough to make much difference. Apart from his high heels, there’d be a pink clip-on bowtie. Their sinful Sisters were both out on the town, sourcing studs to screw.
The Double Diamond approached the table, holding a bottle of wine. He offered a sample to his Wife, who nodded curtly. Then he poured two glasses, and retired discretely. “Bottoms Up, Jeanie,” he said with the official St Stricktlands School toast, and holding his glass. “Bottoms Up indeed, Shagger,” she replied….CHINKK, “….care to tell me all about the deviant deeds you did recently at your Aunt’s Reformatory?” Where to start? “At least this time I wasn’t actually kidnapped….” which had happened to him the previous summer, “….and I was able to make my way down to Cornwall in a markedly more civilized manner. I’d been travelling with an heiress….” First Class, “….whom I’d met in London. She decided en route how she’d enjoy being a gaolbird.”
She sniggered slightly. “Just slightly economical with the actualité?” she suggested, “since I’ve sourced several snippets of your sins….” Oops, “….some from Sally, second-hand from your sinful Sister….” Oh, dear, “….and more from your Mother. We ARE favourite friends, Shagger, and do talk to each other. I gather you screwed the heiress in The Regal Rooms….” A No Tell hotel, “….together with a professional prostitute called Scary Sari?” He nodded. “Absolutely accurate, Jeanie,” he admitted, “but when we reached the Reformatory, we spent the first night together in The Doghouse. It’s proper Put-You-In-Your-Place Punishment, and a time of substantial suffering. I was wearing a new product, ensuring compliance with the Reformatory rule: mere males must be erected at all times in the presence of lovely Ladies.” So I didn’t sleep terribly well, since every time my shaft subsided slightly, I was awoken with penile pain. Fortunately, the following day started early.”
“Wakey-wakey, dargz,” said a Guard, with a marked West Country brogue, “sinz it’z six o’clark, with Roise Arnd Shoine….” the same as at sodding school, for all the younger years which weren’t prefects, “….ote we carm….orr nart.” Indeed, not. “Ohhh….ohhh,” they both gasped as she hauled hard on the long lengths of chain-link connected to their collars. “Don’t look up, Licia,” he urged as they emerged into the courtyard. “Oi warz tarld we’d anotherr gaolbirrd,” she said….SLAPP “….Ahh….” apparently she hadn’t listened, “….keep thoze oiz arn the florr.” She unclipped their leashes, followed by the handcuffs, “OHH,” he moaned with real relief as the Ilak’s Teeth Cage was removed.
His poor penis felt like a pin cushion, which wasn’t far off the truth. “It’z moi turrn to dish yourr Daily Dietz Arv Dizipline.” she continued, “so crawl acrarz to the two vacant Sparnish Darnkeyz.” They did so, noting the left of the three was already occupied, and he selected the centre specimen. “Ohh….AHH,” they each gasped, bending across them, and the semi-sharp spikes on the top surface did their worst. “Ohh,” they added as their cuffs and ankle irons were clipped onto the wooden frames. From the little he could see, it was obvious she was wearing the Reformatory regalia.”
“As indeed I’m wearing now, Shagger,” she said, “since it’s one of Dai’s favourites.” It was a seriously strict Mistress suit which featured a tight white militaristic top with shoulder flashes to signify authority, some seamed stockings, black boots and matching miniskirt. The Waitress reappeared with two bowls of steaming soup, and set them down. “What is it?” he asked, “It’s cock-a-leekie, Sir,” he replied, “knowing how much Ma’am likes cocks which leak.” Very droll. “Bend over….Dinah,” she ordered, picking up a So-Sorry-Sir-Ma’am-Malacca-model.
The wonderfully whippy Whangee weapon was knobbed nastily at irregular intervals all along its lovely length, and really packed a punch, “….which will be one whack, for such shocking Sarcasm….even if it IS totally true.” SWISHHTHWACKK “….Oww….so sorry, Ma’am,” he muttered, arose and withdrew. “I enjoy swishing studs and sluts in high heels,” she said absently. “Me too,” he agreed, “they help to balance the body further forward, for an acuter angle of attack….so much sexier. It’s one reason why porn publications with swished schoolgirls are so popular.” She smiled slightly as they both started their soup.
“Good morning, Shagger,” said the original occupant. “Noe talking, guest 65226,” snapped the Guard….CRACKK “….OWW,” he gasped. “You’re arl arn tapz with the Tarnningtone tawze,” she continued, “arccorrding to yourr Indictment Indicatorrz. So it’z six each to the tush….arnd thairn six morr arn the twart forr gaolbirrd 8209. You wouldn’t cartch me playing with puzzy in public….” she sniggered slightly, “….maybe you moight….if Oi warzn’t cairrful….” she’d once confessed to doing so on a train, “….Guest 13045 firrst.” CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW,” he gasped, “thank you, MA’AM.”
“Then it was the two others’ turns for the taps, likewise,” he said, “including those on the twat.
“You carn orral stay in position arnd carntemplate yourr crimez,” said the Guard, “someone will be bark with the next bartch of guestz….sometoime orr otherr.” Ha bloody ha….CRACKK “….OWW,” he gasped “such SHARKING Vulgarrity, Guest 13045. Oi’ll cartch up with you again soon enough.” He heard her heels clicking on the stone floor, and the courtyard door closing. “Good morning, James,” he said finally, “at least the tawse must make you feel right at home.” Owing to where he lived. “Yes,” he agreed, “could you kindly introduce me to our newest gaolbird?”
Easily done. “On my left,” he intoned, “it’s James Stainham, normally known as Stun’em. He hails from Tanningtown….home of the tawse which has just tapped us. He must be using his St Templars roll number….?” there was a neat nod, “….on my right, it’s the lovely Lady Alicia Ariadne Anouska Helen Harborne, or AAAHH, whose schools were the Crown Commonwealth Collegiate, Princetown, then Oaks and Pines in Montreaux.”
“The CCCP, Shagger?” she asked sourly, supping her soup. “Sort of,” he agreed, “normally known as The Russia House. However it’s a so-called progressive school, one which doesn’t dish discipline. This was tiresome for the gaolbird, who’s a subbie, and wanted the whacks.”
“I’m afraid neither of you are able to shake hands, but it’s possible you might be able to do so during breakfast….” he paused, “….how long have you been here?” There was a long silence. “It’s difficult to say, Shagger,” he said at length, “you know how it is. One day of discipline leads into the next, when one’s whole life is nothing more than perpetual punishment and pain. I suppose it must be about a week, but wouldn’t want to put money on it….” there was a second silence….even longer, “….who’s the Guard, Shagger? You clearly know her very well, since she intimated as much yesterday afternoon, when we heard you were on your way here.” Rumbled. “She’s a local Lass,” she said, “by the name of Tamsin Samson. She’s another classically Celtic, blue-eyed blonde beauty. Like The Terrier Twins, TamSam hails from here.”
There were two separate sniggers. “Now tell us what you aren’t telling us, Shagger,” urged AAAHH, “since Stun’em seems sure you’ve screwed her.” All right. “It was this time last year,” he replied, “after her Mother had been my guest reward. It’s what we enjoy at the cessation of our sojourn, and sometimes we get a Guard….” he pursed his lips, “….although now I suppose it could perhaps be a gaolbird….?” she licked her lips, “….anyway, Rosemary Samson spunked me three times in succession. Then she let me loose in London, escorting her darling daughter, who had a conference. What she didn’t know was Sexy Sammy had fixed me up with one of Dr Madison Manley’s prescription pills. It enabled my penis to perform properly, although they leave you feeling really wretched afterwards.”
James Stainham nodded knowingly. “Indeed they do, Shagger,” he agreed, “he prescribed me with one of those during my dirty weekend at The Styx over the Spring holidays. It enabled me to successively screw the School Secretary, Nurse and Head of PT….” so Sue Sweet, Kristina Russia and Ava Frasch, “….although I was grateful for a phial of Chloral Hydrate following the final fuck. It knocked me out for several hours, during which my metabolism was able to recover.” A sound solution, “So we checked into The Regal Rooms as newly-weds,” he continued, “and had an hour’s bonking in a Basic Bridal Suite. They aren’t the luxury rooms which Licia and I enjoyed, but nothing more than knocking shops.” There was a slight sniff. “So I suppose I’m not the first Mrs Purvis of the DJ Locker, Fish Street, Plymouth?” she enquired sourly. “The second….” he agreed amiably, deciding to gloss over any other No Tell hotels….
“You can tell me, Shagger?” she said, “it’ll go no further….well, maybe it might.” But only to her favourite friend, he hoped? “One of them was at The Tell-tale Tit,” he explained, “located near Lancaster. I was able to….shall we way, up the ante after my University Interview. Annie’s also an august alumna, and was a prefect in Year LXXIII.” She pursed her lips. “I was one in Year LXVII,” she mused, “which puts her as one of The Little Red Ridinghoods at the time….so don’t remember her at all. From her nickname, I suppose she’s Anne Tee….and some sort of slut?”
Quite correct. “No worse than present company….no offence,” he replied, “given your previous position as Mascot for the Letchhampton Rugby Football Club….” she had the good grace to colour slightly, “….but she runs Upping The Ante evenings. Apparently they’re three times a week, twelve tools at a time….undergrads on Mondays, postgrads on Wednesdays, and Staff on Fridays.” Dai Diamond shook slightly as he collected the empties. “It almost makes me feel young and innocent again,” she said.
“….and it was another nasty nine with the Tanningtown tawse for her captivating Celtic cunt, since she wasn’t able to wield the weapon. Although I suppose she’s since learned some swishing skills with the stick.” There was a shiver from Stun’em. “Yes,” he agreed in slightly strangled tones, “I can confirm she’s completely competent with the cane.” He wouldn’t enquire further, and in any case he’d doubtless discover for himself soon enough.
“Which I duly did,” he confirmed, “albeit a couple of days later. Anyway, we continued with convivial conversation for some considerable time. Then Samantha Terrier arrived and hauled us off into our separate cells for a time of AHH….” Appreciation Hell Hour, “….whereupon I was strung up by my scrotum in predicament bondage. After which it was back into the courtyard for breakfast, where more Daily Diets Of Discipline had just been dished to three further flogged felons on the Spanish Horses….Raymond Lee, Gerald Genial and Andrea Pawling. I’d not seen my dearest Aunt Marge dressed in the Reformatory regalia before, and had to agree she made a good Guard. We all enjoyed our porridge together, after all the introductions. It wasn’t easy eating, since we were all handcuffed. Thus it was doggy style, with our arses in the air. Then at length she returned again, holding a hosepipe.
“It’s Dowsing Duty, guests and gaolbirds,” she said sternly. NO….knowing it would be back to cold showers during Summer School….WHOOSHH it went all over Relay, and secondly Stun’em. “Ughhh….” they both moaned in turn, writhing as the jet was turned towards their tushes and tools, “….UGHH,” and testicles, followed by full on their faces. Then it was his turn….WHOOSH “….UGHHH….me man meat….” he moaned, “….more maceration Ma’am, since it should sort out the sodding StrictCream and P5….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh,” he added….WHOOSHH “….UGHHH….UGHHH….UGHHH.”
“It seemed to go on forever,” he said, “but it was all in a good cause. She did Gee-Gee and Appalling, and turned her attention towards the newest gaolbird.”
“From what you said to Sam yesterday evening,” she said sourly, “I suppose Gaolbird 8209 is in a similarly sordid situation, with a slit suffering from The Gel From Hell and Particularly Painful Penis Punishment Powder?” The heiress turned over and spread her legs, fetchingly. “Yes please, Ma’am,” she said, “I’d regard it as a favour, to completely cleanse my cunt….” WHOOSHH “….UGHHH….UGHHH….UGHHH….UGHHH….UGHHH….” finally it was her face, “…..ughhh….ughhh….I HATE cold showers….ughhh….ughhh.” He watched whilst Aunt Marge turned off the tap.
“Dowsing Duty’s done for the day,” she said, “doubtless it’ll be au revoir….” almost certainly, “….I spoke at some length to Lady Liskeard, as you asked….” the heiress’ Mother, “….and said you were in safe hands….sort of. She’ll be visiting us at some stage, to assure herself this was the case. At least, I think this was part of the reason. I had the distinct impression she might fancy following in her deviant daughter’s footsteps? What’s her disciplinary disposition?” Lady Alicia smiled. “She’s a similar subbie slut to me, Ma’am. I suppose we lean about ’levendy….err….always assuming eleven dozen to the gross is about 90%.”
There was a slight smile. “It’s quite close,” she agreed, “anyway, it’s time we had some work out of you all. Guest 12121 is a lucky lad….” Relay, “….since he’s on the Shocking Shopping this morning. Guests 65226 and 1798….” Stun’em and Gee-Gee, “….can peel some potatoes and prepare lunch….taking Gaolbird 12304....” Appalling, “….with them to ensure they stay erected….” she paused, and eyed up the heiress, “….what about you….who was born with a silver spoon in your mouth? Can you cook, clean….or do anything useful…?” there was a short silence, “I learned a lot at my finishing school,” she said, “….good, so you can do the brasses for a kick off. Start with the Knacker Knocker, which needs to be done daily. Then it’s all the fire irons in the lounge. I want to see them all shining….and you too, with some elbow grease….” what wit, “….someone will show you where the cleaner’s kept. As for GUEST 13045, you can go on Gardening Leave today at the allotments. There are boots and tools on site, and ours is labelled Cell House Holidays. Actually, I’m really looking forward to this evening, when I’ll wield the whip. I’ve always said the cane’s too good for you.”
“With which she strutted away,” he said, “and slowly we sorted ourselves out. I’d done Digging Duty at the Helmsdale-in-the-Hole Reformatory, and this was similar….simply another name….” and likewise at Bindery House, where he’d be spending the first few days of his honeymoon, “….it was grindingly hard graft, interspersed with irregular visits by one of the Guards. The result was always cuts of the crop for not working hard enough. The allotments were public property, and there were other villagers present on occasion. They ignored me most of the time, apart from when I was being punished….when they were pleased to act as an appreciative audience. However Pennance’s famous mediæval charter provides for villeins to be viewed whilst vapulated variously, so this was nothing out of the ordinary. I was allowed a lunch break of half an hour, including a trip to the public toilets on THE SQUARE.”
Then the Waitress appeared with their main course. “These aren’t nearly hot enough, Dinah,” she said sternly, as he set down all the dishes, “I’ve warned you often enough about it. Now YOU’LL have a hot bot.” He bent down again….SWISHHTHWACKK “….Oww….” SWISHHTHWACKK “….Oww….” SWISHHTHWACKK “….Oww….so sorry, Ma’am.” He arose, with a face of pure pain. “It’s ham hock,” he explained, “please help yourselves to vegetables. May I offer you more wine?” He declined, however his Hostess nodded, and her glass was refilled. Then he strutted stiffly away, with the classic canees’ gait of guilt: Look At Me, I’ve Just Been Caned.
PENNANCE PILLORY
As used in times past for all manner of miscreants
Mostly macho malefactors
Be sure to test the famous echo
Uh..huh….some poor sod was inside. He was standing starkers, with his legs shackled to the wooden frame. He’d seen it before in past years, and always felt it were his destiny. He clanked slowly towards it, since the eighteen inch connecting chain on his ankles meant he could walk but not run. Interesting, since he recognized the raw rear. It was a somewhat sore seat, having obviously been spanked. “Hello, Digger,” he confirmed to Sir Digby Vaillance, “I honestly didn’t expect to find you here….and the crew cut suits you.”
His firm friend and Patron gave a wintry smile. “Your Aunt Marge suggested I give her Reformatory a go, Shagger,” he replied, “when I had a week at Hell House Holidays earlier this year.” Which was probably fair comment. “How many people have tested the echo?” he asked. “Twelve, at the last count,” he replied sourly, “six sets of smacks on the seat, and the same as stretches. Perhaps you’d care to make it a baker’s dozen?” Don’t mind if I do….as he walked round again, and took hold of his smooth steel balls band. “AYEEEEE….” he shouted as his scrotum was stretched soundly, ‘….eee….eee….eee,’ he heard as the echoes bounced backwards and forwards.
“Not bad at all,” he agreed, “however I haven’t yet been treated to a turn. You may very well be able to return the compliment in a few days’ time.” There was a wry smile. “I’ll live in hopes, Shagger,” he said, “but meantime, who was the beautiful bonkable Bimbo playing Cinderella with the fire irons when I arrived? Presumably she’s a previous prefect, since I don’t recall her at The Styx?” Easily addressed. “She’s gaolbird 8209, Digger,” he replied, “who travelled with me from London by train yesterday. Her name’s Lady Alicia Ariadne Anouska Helen Harborne, and answers to AAAHH, since she’s a simple subbie.” He licked his lips. “Tell me what you’re not telling me, Shagger….” he said, with what was evidently destined to be today’s running gag, “….did you fuck her first in The Regal Rooms?” Rumbled again.
“Yes,” he admitted, “she dealt herself in for….well, David’s distended dick. She’d seen Panty Pervert Pete’s performance at On-Stage Stooge, accompanied by Scary Sari….” he paused, “….may I take the opportunity of thanking you for picking up the corporate tab for him and Wanker Boy Will at the Club, and the hotel….and for her six hour session. It was strangulation sex and Snuff Stuff, however like you I lived to tell the tale. Licia postponed an hour of her own, which was spent with us….and me doing Dom. So she has no connection as such with St Sticks, and is a paying punter….although she’s asked to attend my wedding. Apparently though her Mother, Lady Liskeard likes the look of the Reformatory, and may be a Visitor presently. According to Aunt Marge, it’s possibly preparatory to being a gaolbird herself at a later time….” he heard the church clock starting to strike for 1pm, “….you’ll have to excuse me, since I must get back to work in the allotments.” SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped, ‘….oww….oww,’ went the echoes.
“I was a couple of minutes late back,” he said, between mouthfuls, “and paid the price with posterior pain. Then it was more hard graft until six o’clock, when I returned for dinner. Once again it was served out in the courtyard, with dog bowls on the ground. Afterwards it was more public punishment with our Daily Diets of Discipline, as administered by Aunt Marge. First she flogged the two gaolbirds on the Spanish Horses, followed by the other guests, and then it was my turn.”
She gestured with the butt of a bullwhip towards a really rough cord-covered whipping post, and he clanked across the courtyard. “Arms UP,” she ordered. “Ohh,” he moaned as she clipped his smooth steel cuffs onto it, followed by his ankle irons. “Six serious stingers,” she intoned, “singles, nice and slow, so your system can savour each sting….” thanks for nothing, “….and we’ll have no humping, or I’ll add more.” Then she uncoiled it and stood well back….SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH….” SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH….” SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH,” he gasped as his shoulders were struck squarely. “Now I’ll do your delightful derrière,” she said, “a neat little bottom….simply Asking for a flogging.” So another two dollars, for when it was complimented….SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH..uhhh,” SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH….” SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH..uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned as the rough rope teased his tool.
“You were warned,” she said, “so another two lashes.” SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH….” SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH….thank you so much, MA’AM.” He sagged against the shackles, since whippings really were debilitating. “You can stay where you are,” she said, “whilst everyone else should follow me into the playrooms….” on the second side of the cellblock. Gerald Genial had once told him how apparently they’d once been records rooms, and the evidence locker, “….where we’ll all enjoy any amount of erotic evening entertainments.”
“So I hung limply,” he explained, “or rather, not, since the whipping post kept my fancy fully formed. I dared not put any pressure on the penis, in case any Guards heard my moans. At the end of an hour, a new Guard appeared, together with Sir Digby and Lady Alicia.”
“Good evening, Guest 13045,” said someone he hadn’t seen for over a year. “Good evening Ma’am,” he replied. “This gaolbird has graciously agreed to spend a second night in The Doghouse,” she said, “together with guest 61422….” which must be his Winchester School roll number, something he’d not known, “….alas he’ll suffer for it, since now he’s needed an Ilak’s Teeth Cage to ensure erection all night.” She chained them to the kennel, and strutted away.
“Another of your cunt conquests, Shagger?” asked the noble knight. “She was one of the former Magnificent Seven,” he explained, “the bevy of beauties and previous prefects from Year LXXXVIII….of which The Terror Twins are also two….” he shrugged, “….and yes, I’ve screwed her on several occasions. Her name’s Katherine New, normally known as Cane You….something you may already have noticed.” There were two neat nods. “Yes, Shagger,” said the heiress, “and she hits hiney’s hard.”
“Sir Digby and Lady Alicia had already agreed to meet up at The Regal Rooms the following month,” he said, “as they both already knew the venue. They’d be….well, getting to know each other better, following flogging foreplay. As a point of honour he’d also accept a Sex Thrashing, as applied by Irma Ambrose. You may be aware Ambrosia’s the owner….and another august alumna of St Sticks. Half an hour later, Kay New was back again, by which time the dogs had retired for the night, when I was escorted back to my cell.”
“Since you enjoyed it so much last time,” she said, “I’ve decided to sleep with you….” but what was the catch? “….I’ll take the top bunk….with a suitably padded sleeping bag….” since the standard fare was straw, “….plus The Nightwatchman.” Hell….so it would be another broken night. “Yes, Ma’am,” he muttered, following her inside and lying on the bottom bunk. “Ohh,” he moaned as she clipped his cuffs and ankles to the bed.
“I know what’s coming next, Shagger,” she said, “which wasn’t you….” very droll, “….since I have one as well. I often use it on Dai….and your philandering father. Its crocodile clips go between both balls, and penis’ primary pleasure point, and the columella nasi….” the slip of sensitive skin next to the nostrils, “….with which to monitor the metabolism.” He nodded. “The Orgasm Inhibitor was on,” he confirmed, “so it was jolted genitals for me every quarter of an hour, whilst she enjoyed a certain sparkle….” he paused, “….thus ended the First Full day. As Stun’em had stated, they rather run together in a Reformatory, since the suffering seems endless. So I’ll provide a number of highlights. We’d had our Diet Of Discipline one morning, although James Stainham was mysteriously absent. We were eating breakfast, when Gaolbird 12083 appeared….prodding a new guest.”
“Greetings, everyone,” she said. “Good morning,” chorused the assembled company. “The Guards were all busy,” she explained, “so I said I’d escort guest 12094 down here….and to say Hi…and Bye. I’m going to give guest 65226 his reward, after which it’ll be….well, home James….” very fucking funny, albeit wholly accurate, “….I’ll get the Guards to add one whack on everybody’s beat sheet for thinking Very Fucking Funny at me….” her apparent mind reading capabilities were still working well, “….as for guest 13045, I’ll attend his wedding….” delighted, I’m sure, “….owing to various complicated domestic reasons, I’m staying either at James’ house in Tanningtown, or at The Styx until the Autumn Term starts. So it’ll be Summer School, alternating between previous prefect and playing In The Pink. As some of you are aware, I edge eighdy to fordy, sliding towards the submissive side of the spectrum….” she stroked herself where she shouldn’t, “….screw you soon, studs.” The Teutonically tall and statuesque blonde bombshell winked once, and wiggled away.
“Does anyone NOT know who she is?” he asked sourly. “Me, Shagger….” said the noble knight, “….and me,” added the heiress. “She’s another of The Magnificent Seven,” he replied, “Kirstin Eis….commonly called The Ice Queen.” There were several sniggers. “She was also the self-styled Sex Slut Of St Stricktlands School for Year LXXXVIII,” put in Appalling, “and it seems she’s taken a shine to Stun’em. He claims he’s always liked the look of Leeds, which is where she’s attending University.” Not the only thing he liked the look of, either. “I’ll also introduce my firm friend James Grimm,” said Relay, “he’s another Cunt Casanova from Year LXXXVIII, and attending the University of Belfast.” So it HAD been overseas after all, as Kay New had once intimated….albeit not terribly far.
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