Bloody gaffer was at ours when I got home, Gaffer had told me Mam and Dad as I wasn’t to shag anyone apart from his Elsie. Indian porn “Ooh that’s nice,” she said, “Bit further in,” she said,
I did as she said, “Do you like wanking me?” she said. “No, not at all,” I agreed, “Why me?”
“Only bloke in pit with clean hands” she laughed. “No well perhaps not but thees’s on salary and doctor’s not so I has a job for thee,” he says. “And what might that be?” I asked. “Safe with me,” I says, “What’s up with thee?”
“Not me you cheeky Wazzock,” he says, “Elsie me daughter, she got a sore cunt.”
“What, you need a gynie cologoist,” I insisted. “Yes?” Gaffer and I asked together. “Oh sod off father,” Elsie says and she messed up all me tally sheets and made a space so she could sit on my desk. “Er well see, if we keeps on thee could get up the duff and well like see,” I continued
“See what?” she said. “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.”
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