rather fucking die. ”
That can be arranged, Craig thought uncharitably, then immediately felt guilty. He figured he was just tired and hungry. And fucking desperate for a pint.
They stopped in front of the pub. It was a long, squat building. The faded sign nailed to the stone wall proclaimed it to be ‘The Dirty Swallow.’
“Let’s hope they’re still doing lunch,” Tim said, pushing open the single door. “Or they serve dinner early.”
“Amen to th at,” Beth said, hot on his tail.
Jessie, however, didn’t move. She stood staring up at the pub sign, her pale eyebrows drawn together in a frown.
“What’s the matter?” Craig asked.
She turned to look at him and he felt his heart kick. She really was quite beautiful, even if not in an obvious way. Her jaw was too square and her pale lashed, grey eyes were too far set above the slightly too long nose to be considered conventionally beautiful. But to Craig, she was perfect. Absently she brushed a strand of natural, pale blonde hair off her equally pale forehead that had escaped the hairband.
“It’s a funny name for a pub, don’t you think,” she said, turning her attention back to the sign.
Craig shrugged. “I guess.”
“I don’t know, it’s just, strange. ” She grinned. “Hey, ignore me, shall we go in?”
Craig felt the first raindrop land in his eye.
“After you,” he said, holding open the door for her.
It was dark inside. Once Craig’s eyes adjusted he took in his new surroundings. Everything inside was wood. Black wood. The floor, the bar, the long tables and benches, even the ceiling.
Tim a nd Beth were already at the bar.
The four of them were the only customers in there.
“Do you have a wine list?” Beth was asking the old lady behind the chest height bar.
Craig cringed.
Oh Jeez Louise…
The old woman shook her head. When Craig drew closer he realised she wasn’t that old. She was stooped, and had obviously dyed blonde hair pulled up in a bun. On second glance she looked nearer fifty than eighty. Her mouth looked sunken from lack of front teeth, maybe that was what made her look so ancient.
“Well, I’ll have a pint of bitter. Better make that two,” Tim said, nodding towards Craig. “Jessie? What would you like?”
“Just an orange juice thanks.”
“Me too,” Beth added. “With a double vodka, seeing as the staff here wouldn’t know a decent wine if it came up and bit them on the…”
“Beth!” Craig snapped. “Come and sit down with me, let Tim bring the drinks over.”
Craig was mad at her. Why couldn’t she behave like Jessie? He hadn’t known she was this bad.
Well, he hardly knew her at all, not really. All he knew was she liked having her tits sucked when she rode him, she took her coff ee black and she listened to the kind of crappy, boy band pop music that made him want to kill himself.
Shit, he should’ve dumped her for that alone, not invited her away on holiday with them. But Tim had kept on and on with the, ‘you gotta bring someone.’ So he had.
What a huge fucking mistake.
“I’ve got blisters on my fucking blisters,” she moaned, kicking off a brown walking boot to massage her foot.
He studied her face. How did he ever think she was cute? Her features were all scrunched up, kind of reminding him of a gerbil . Her nose was short and snub, her eyes small and close set and her mouth narrow. Her chin was weak and without makeup, or in this case, with smudged makeup, she was amazingly plain. Her roots needed doing too, he duly noted. There was a dark line along the parting of her long blonde hair.
She had a banging body though. She was short and slim, but she rocked the most perfect curves Craig had ever seen. Her tits were full and high, her waist tiny. All four of them wore the same bright blue, pull on rainmacs that they had picked up cheaply in a gift shop in St Ives for this hike. Yet Beth still managed to look like she should be starring in some sleazy pop video,
That can be arranged, Craig thought uncharitably, then immediately felt guilty. He figured he was just tired and hungry. And fucking desperate for a pint.
They stopped in front of the pub. It was a long, squat building. The faded sign nailed to the stone wall proclaimed it to be ‘The Dirty Swallow.’
“Let’s hope they’re still doing lunch,” Tim said, pushing open the single door. “Or they serve dinner early.”
“Amen to th at,” Beth said, hot on his tail.
Jessie, however, didn’t move. She stood staring up at the pub sign, her pale eyebrows drawn together in a frown.
“What’s the matter?” Craig asked.
She turned to look at him and he felt his heart kick. She really was quite beautiful, even if not in an obvious way. Her jaw was too square and her pale lashed, grey eyes were too far set above the slightly too long nose to be considered conventionally beautiful. But to Craig, she was perfect. Absently she brushed a strand of natural, pale blonde hair off her equally pale forehead that had escaped the hairband.
“It’s a funny name for a pub, don’t you think,” she said, turning her attention back to the sign.
Craig shrugged. “I guess.”
“I don’t know, it’s just, strange. ” She grinned. “Hey, ignore me, shall we go in?”
Craig felt the first raindrop land in his eye.
“After you,” he said, holding open the door for her.
It was dark inside. Once Craig’s eyes adjusted he took in his new surroundings. Everything inside was wood. Black wood. The floor, the bar, the long tables and benches, even the ceiling.
Tim a nd Beth were already at the bar.
The four of them were the only customers in there.
“Do you have a wine list?” Beth was asking the old lady behind the chest height bar.
Craig cringed.
Oh Jeez Louise…
The old woman shook her head. When Craig drew closer he realised she wasn’t that old. She was stooped, and had obviously dyed blonde hair pulled up in a bun. On second glance she looked nearer fifty than eighty. Her mouth looked sunken from lack of front teeth, maybe that was what made her look so ancient.
“Well, I’ll have a pint of bitter. Better make that two,” Tim said, nodding towards Craig. “Jessie? What would you like?”
“Just an orange juice thanks.”
“Me too,” Beth added. “With a double vodka, seeing as the staff here wouldn’t know a decent wine if it came up and bit them on the…”
“Beth!” Craig snapped. “Come and sit down with me, let Tim bring the drinks over.”
Craig was mad at her. Why couldn’t she behave like Jessie? He hadn’t known she was this bad.
Well, he hardly knew her at all, not really. All he knew was she liked having her tits sucked when she rode him, she took her coff ee black and she listened to the kind of crappy, boy band pop music that made him want to kill himself.
Shit, he should’ve dumped her for that alone, not invited her away on holiday with them. But Tim had kept on and on with the, ‘you gotta bring someone.’ So he had.
What a huge fucking mistake.
“I’ve got blisters on my fucking blisters,” she moaned, kicking off a brown walking boot to massage her foot.
He studied her face. How did he ever think she was cute? Her features were all scrunched up, kind of reminding him of a gerbil . Her nose was short and snub, her eyes small and close set and her mouth narrow. Her chin was weak and without makeup, or in this case, with smudged makeup, she was amazingly plain. Her roots needed doing too, he duly noted. There was a dark line along the parting of her long blonde hair.
She had a banging body though. She was short and slim, but she rocked the most perfect curves Craig had ever seen. Her tits were full and high, her waist tiny. All four of them wore the same bright blue, pull on rainmacs that they had picked up cheaply in a gift shop in St Ives for this hike. Yet Beth still managed to look like she should be starring in some sleazy pop video,
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