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– What’s wrong is that I see people who come into the hospital who’ve got nothing. Then I go hame, back up the road tae Livi and they’ve goat nothing. And you, well, you’ve goat everything. And what dae ye dae wi it? Ye let some pig fuckin waste it aw away!

– I know … I know I go on about romance all the time … I know I live in that dreamworld you say. Maybe I’ve been writing that crap for so long I’ve come to believe it … I don’t know. All I know is that he was always there for me, Lorraine, Perky was always there.

– Always there, watching you get fatter and more ridiculous, jist encouraging ye tae sit aboot and be a fucking fat stupid vegetable. Making a fool ay yersel for other people’s amusement … ye know what we used tae say aboot ye oan the ward? We said: she’s so fuckin stupid. Then ma pal Yvonne goes: she’s no that daft, she’s the one that’s makin aw that money while we’re working these back-breaking shifts for a fuckin pittance. We went, aye, right enough. It made us think differently, we thought: she’s doing it, she’s pretending to be daft, but she’s beating the bastards. Now you tell me he’s been ripping you off for years and you didn’t even know about it.

Rebecca felt a rage boil up inside her, – You … you … just obviously hate men. I should’ve noticed that… it’s not romance you hate, it’s men, isn’t it? Isn’t it!

– Ah dinnae hate men, just the kind ah always seem tae run intae!

– And what kind is that?

– Well, at school for one thing. Lorraine Gillespian, they used tae call me at Craigshill High back in Livi. They called me a lesbian just because I was a thirteen year old with tits who didnae want tae fuck every guy that leered at me or hassled me. Just because ah wouldnae get intae that fuckin shite wi them. I got eight O. Grades and I was studying for my Highers, then I was off to Uni. My mother’s new husband wouldn’t keep his fuckin hands off me long enough tae let me sit the exams. I had to get away, so I applied tae dae nursing here. Now I’m still getting it, still getting hassled and fucked around by wankers at the hospital. All I want is tae be left alaine. I don’t know what I am, I don’t even know if I am a fuckin dyke or not … I want tae be left alaine tae work it all out.

Now Lorraine was sobbing, and it was Rebecca who was comforting her. – It’s all right, darling … it’s all right. You’re still so young … it’s all so confusing. You’ll find someone …

– That’s just it, Lorraine sniffed, – I don’t want to find someone, not yet at any rate. I want to find me first.

– Me too, Rebecca said softly, – and I need a friend to help me along.

– Aye, me n aw, Lorraine smiled. – So, what are we gaunny dae?

– Well, we’re going to get pissed, then go and watch Perky’s video tapes and see what the bastard has been up to, and then I’m going to do what I’ve always done.

– What’s that? Lorraine asked.

– I’m going to write.

13 Perks Sees The Script

It was wonderful; that little Scotch nurse was round almost constantly, and the old girl was writing like a proverbial bastard out of hell. There were times when his sweet little Lorraine was present that Perky found it difficult to take leave of absence to his flat. His mind had become fevered with the prospect of getting Lorraine round there. He
had
to get her round there, he had to make his move.

One afternoon, Perky decided to take the opportunity. He had heard Lorraine laughing with Rebecca in the study and noted that she was preparing to go. – Ah, Lorraine, where are you headed?

– Back tae the hospital, eh.

– Splendid! Perks sang, – I’m off in that direction. I’ll drop you there.

– That’s simply wonderful, Perky, Rebecca said, – See what a darling he is, Lorraine? What would I do without him? The two women exchanged a knowing smile Perks was oblivious to.

Lorraine climbed into the passenger seat and Perky drove off. – Listen, Lorraine, I hope you don’t mind, he said, pulling over and turning down a side-street where he brought the car to a halt, – but you and I need to have a talk about Rebecca.

– Aw aye?

– Well, you and her are close, so I thought that I should reward you for making such a sterling contribution to her recovery. Perks reached into the glove compartment and handed Lorraine a brown envelope.

– What’s this?

– Open it and see!

Lorraine knew it was money. She saw the large notes and
estimated
it was about a thousand pounds. – Great, she said, sticking the envelope in her bag, – Nice one.

The little bitch loves the folding stuff, Perks thought contentedly. He drew closer to her and let his hand fall onto her knee. – There’s a lot more where that came from, I’ll tell you that, my little beauty … Perks gasped.

– Aw aye, Lorraine smiled. Her hand went to his groin. She opened his flies and put her hand inside. She found his testicles and squeezed. Perky gasped. He was in heaven. She squeezed some more, then some more, and heaven started to become something else. – You ever touch me again and ah’ll brek your fuckin neck, she grinned until his radiant smile vanished and her forehead crashed into his nose at full force.

Lorraine was gone, leaving Perks holding a bloody handkerchief to his nose with one hand and massaging his crushed testicles with the other. He sat for a while trying to compose himself. – Good God, he moaned, starting up the car and heading for the flat. I like them feisty, but not that damn feisty, he thought balefully, his hands trembling on the wheel.

A session watching some of the old videos cheered him up. Particularly the one with Candy, his favourite. She would do anything at all for a price, which was exactly how a good whore should be. Too many of them had predictable thresholds, a bloody disgrace to their profession, he mused. No, he’d have to get in touch with Candy again soon.

When Perky Navarro returned home in higher spirits, he noted with a satisfied glee that Rebecca’s manuscript was expanding. Strangely, Rebecca was contracting. This diet-and-exercise regime they had put her on had worked wonders. Stones had been shed. She dressed differently, and even seemed different in a more fundamental sense. People were commenting. She was now more than two stone lighter than she had been at the time of the stroke. Her face looked back to normal. These changes were interesting to Perks, but the unfamiliarity was slightly unsettling and intimidating. He even found himself aroused by her presence one evening, and suggested that they forego their separate rooms to sleep together for the first time in
about
three years. – No, darling, I’m far, far too tired, I must finish this book, she told him.

Never mind that, he thought, the manuscript was coming along nicely. She’d been knocking out the words. This consoled him. She had taken to keeping her study locked, for some strange reason. But that evening when she said she was going out, which she seemed to be doing more and more often, she left the door not just unlocked but wide open. He picked up the document and read.

14 Untitled – Work In Progress

Page
56

It had been a sad time for all at Radcombe House since the death of Lady Huntingdon. Lorraine, now acting as the mistress of the house, was greatly concerned with the state of mind of the Earl of Denby, who had taken to drinking heavily and frequenting London’s opium dens. The great lord showed such lassitude of spirit that Lorraine was glad to hear that his good friend Marcus Cox would soon be returning to England with his regiment
.

On his return, however, Marcus, too, seemed a changed man. The war had taken its toll on this dashing blade, and he had come back with a fever. On meeting the officer, Lorraine was happy to find, though, that Marcus was determined that his Lordship’s pain would be eased without recourse to spirit-sapping bad habits
.

– Denby must be taken out of London, he said to Lorraine. – We should all go down to the ancestral home of Thorndyke Hall in Wiltshire. He must be taken out of himself and his melancholy, lest it destroy his soul
.

– Yes, a spell at Thorndyke Hall would help to raise his spirits, Lorraine agreed
.

Perky put the manuscript down to pour himself a large Scotch. He nodded approvingly as he thumbed through a few more pages. This was ideal. Then, the text seemed to change. Perky could not believe his eyes.

Page
72

Inside the large barn some miles from Thorndyke Hall on the road to the village, they had blindfolded the thirteenth Earl of Denby and bound his
hands
behind his back. His erect penis poked through a slit in the long white tunic he wore which covered his chest, stomach and thighs
.

– Give me an arse, damn you! He drunkenly roared as a cheer went up from the crowd gathered in the barn
.

– Patience, Denby, you blood, you! The Earl recognised the voice of his friend Harcourt. He was now hungry for sport, hungry to prove himself in this wager
.

There were three wooden platforms in front of Denby. On one there was a bound, gagged and naked girl, on her knees with her buttocks sticking in the air. On the next platform, there was a boy in an identical position. On the third, a large, hardy blackface sheep was trussed up and gagged
.

A series of pulleys were connected to the platforms, thus allowing for alterations in the height of the participants in the wager. Harcourt had instructed the men to make appropriate adjustments until the anal orifices of the three creatures were positioned at a similar height, lined up to meet Denby’s engorged member
.

Harcourt whispered in his ear, – Remember, Denby: boy, girl and sheep are no strangers to buggery
.

– I well know the circumstances and history of all the little creatures concerned, Lord Harcourt. Are you losing your confidence, old friend? Denby mocked
.

– Foo! Not a bit of it. You see, Denby, I firmly believe that you are nothing but an old humper, incapable, particularly after imbibing wine, of determining what it is you are in congress with, Harcourt said with great smugness
.

– I shall have a wager on my friend the Earl, Marcus Cox said, to more cheers from the gathered bucks and bloods, dropping a florin in the keeper’s hand
.

The woman was proving the most difficult to restrain. A normally compliant servant-girl, and no stranger to the attentions of many of the present gathering, she nonetheless began to panic under the sensory deprivation caused by gag, ropes and blindfold
.

– Hush, my sweet one, Harcourt whispered, straddling her and pulling her buttocks apart as Denby’s cock prepared to penetrate. As he roughly greased her anus, sliding in his finger, he noted a nervous tightness he had not experienced in this young wench since he had personally broken her in. Surely,
despite
their experience, both the sheep and the boy would also display such nerves and the contest would be even
.

Harland was relieved to see Denby’s organ slide in with little resistance. He was glad that he’d picked this one, serviced anally from eight years of age, as her sphincter muscle yielded easily
.

– Mmmm, Denby smiled, continuing his push, then thrusting savagely for a while
.

After a few more strokes he withdrew without spilling his seed, his penis still erect
.

Harcourt stood over the boy and held his buttocks open, applying the grease with more care and tenderness than he had shown to the girl. This boy was his favourite and he harboured a concern that Denby might put him out of commission for a while with the ferocity of his fucking. Steered by his manservants, Denby’s blood- and shit-stained member found its target. – Damn you … he gasped, as the boy – who, like the girl, had been subjected to anal attentions from an early age by his master – groaned under his mask
.

– The next one! Denby roared, withdrawing to a cheer
.

With a look of slight distaste, Harcourt straddled the sheep and a man apiece held each of its back legs. He examined the smoothly shaved area around the animal’s anal passage. He then had one of the men grease the orifice of the animal
.

Despite the strength of the manservants who held the animal, it would not yield readily to Denby. He struggled inside as the creature twisted and bucked, the men endeavouring to hold it still. Denby pushed harder, his face reddening as his cries filled the air. – YIELD, DAMN YOU!… I AM THE EARL OF DENBY! I COMMAND YOU TO YIELD!

The animal continued its struggle and Denby could not control his elation
.

– I AM DENBY … he shouted, his sperm pumping into the creature
.

Cheers went up as Denby withdrew to gasps, and composed himself
.

– Well, Denby? said Marcus Cox
.

Denby let his heavy breathing calm down. – I have never more enjoyed such a wager, Sir, and never had the pleasure of such a wonderful tup as that last adorable creature. No blindly docile beast of the fields bred for slaughter could have responded to my promptings in that way … nay, it was more than a common coupling – the spiritual communion I enjoyed with that delicious
and
most rapturous creature transcended all bounds … there was a meeting of minds, of souls … this delicious communion was all too human
.

The bucks stifled their laughter as Denby continued, – That last one, that beautiful fuck, it was either the pretty wench or the obedient house-boy … it matters not. I know that the creature is destined to be mine. I state now that I will pay the master of that third one the sum of one hundred pounds for the services of that ride!

– A handsome offer, Lord Denby, and one which I am bound to accept
.

Denby immediately recognised Harcourt’s voice. – The boy! I knew it! That lovely young boy! One hundred pounds well spent! Denby said to great laughter. Sheep, girl and boy, in that order! That was it, I’ll wager!

There was a short silence followed by a volley of hysterical laughter. As the blind was pulled off him, Denby let out a sporting roar. – My God! The sheep! I don’t believe it! That beautiful stoical beast!

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