“Is there anything you wish to bring from your old home, photographs, anything like that?” he asked. Xxx “Not started eh, don’t you want to stay.”
“No I thought,” she said but he cut her short. The house was a mess unwashed dishes in the sink, old newspapers strewn around, yet it was warm, she looked at him standing in his pyjamas trying to hide his erection and laughed. He saw their tail lights in the distance and set about catching them slithering around bends on the off road tyres and generally throwing caution to the wind. He watched her on CCTV , she just stood in the courtyard until then it started to rain,
. “You feel bound, you feel you have lost control, am I right?” he queried. “You have to lose the piercings,” he insisted.




















