The wine glass clinked again. ‘Oh, Gary you have no idea of the difficulties raising a young lady on one’s own.’ Said Samantha, raising herself onto her elbows. Black porn Barton pointed to the cool bag beside her sun chair. Am I going to have to do it?’
‘No Mummy.’ There was a repeat of the same oily sound. ‘I thought you might like some lemonade Gary’ she announced. The tile was laid and Gary used his square to accurately align it. Gary felt safe now to stare and interpret the young girl. No, s’got to be a Fowler ain’t it.’
Gary wasn’t up to much intellectually, but he did know evasion played the work of truth in the close knit world of the working class. A clink of a glass caused him to look away as her mother took a new slug of wine and turned over to her back, her large breasts flopping over and settling, then after changing her mind, the topless mother flipped back over to her front again. She’s no bloody good! He looked over at a prone Rachel, the clip on her bikini top was
