I put my hands up her skirt and found the waistband of her panties pulling both to the floor. “Pauline,” I started whereupon she looked up and smiled at me, “you’ve already been drinking. Xxx “I’ve no cash on me so you’ll have to trust me with your money” She handed me a 10 pound note. Her body slumped as she came down from the high. She had chosen to wear a designer dress that really had seen better days. This may be hypocritical as we sold it, but it really did not endear her to me. We have to lock up. Pauline was a 50 year old hopeless drunk, living on welfare and in this small flat. “I’ve no cash on me so you’ll have to trust me with your money” She handed me a 10 pound note.
