from use but it shows him and a petite but very attractive brunette with their arms around each other, smiling broadly at the camera.
"Nope, I have my girl at home, and I'm a good boy." He smiles, passing me the photo for closer inspection. "This is Alison, my fiancée. She's a teaching assistant. We're getting married next year when I quit." Tiny looks so proud when he's talking to me, but the word quit brings Eric's attention back to the conversation. He doesn't look pleased.
"You can't quit Tiny, the group needs you. Let me talk to her and see if I can get her to change her mind." Eric pleads.
"It's not Alison's choice, Eric. It's mine. I've been doing this since before I met her. I'm getting too old for this shit. If it's not the traveling it's the rehearsals, if it's not the rehearsals it's being objectified by that bunch of screaming harlots." There's just a hint of anger in Tiny's voice. It's subtle, but I hear it. I get the impression this is a conversation that's been repeated one too many times for him.
Eric shrugs his shoulders in defeat, not answering. It feels uncomfortable. Alex returns with the drinks and looks at us, as if wondering why we're not talking to each other. I try and break the silence by telling Tiny how pretty Alison is. We talk a little longer before I excuse myself to go to the bathroom.
There's a stall that's occupied when I walk in and I can hear muttering and mumbling as though the occupant is talking to themselves. I'm about to lock the cubicle door and make use of the convenience when I hear the conversation in the stall next to me. I stop, shocked and slowly back out.
"What do you mean you've finished? You haven't even put it in yet." That one's a female voice.
"I'm holding a condom full of come, of course I've bloody finished." the male voice retorts. I almost gasp out loud when I realize they're having sex in a Travelodge bathroom stall. Aside from it being so public they're not the roomiest place I can think of. Why wouldn't they just go upstairs to a room?
"You selfish prick" the female voice screeches. "You didn't even get me off, and your cock's that fucking small I'd need a microscope to find it."
"Well if you weren't such a loose slag you'd have felt me come." he retorts. I recognize the male voice now. It's Guido!
There's more shuffling and movement inside the stall and I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper fastening. I have to get out of here, fast.
I manage to make it out of the bathroom just in time. I hide in a corner behind a potted plant, waiting for them to pass and head back into the bar. All the while they're grumbling and muttering at each other.
My need to pee has deserted me so I head back to the sofa, taking my seat next to Tiny. I've just picked up my glass and taken a mouthful when I hear the screechy voice talking to her friends. I spit my drink across the table when she utters the immortal words "Best fucking cock I've had in my fanny in month’s girls."
Tiny looks on in puzzlement as I sit there, laughing so hard there are tears pouring down my face.
Chapter Ten
Sally
Alex and Tiny wouldn't let it rest until I'd told them what I'd been laughing so hard about. I struggled to get the words out for laughing. I'm sorry, but this girl made the women on the Jeremy Kyle show look classy; and that's saying something. She stood in that toilet complaining about Guido's lack of sexual prowess and in the next breath is telling her friends how good he was. Either she's a bold faced liar or she really has had some bad sexual experiences.
"That's what it's all about." Tiny looks sad as he says this. "These girls are just after bragging rights. I think some of them would run a mile if we asked them for their phone number." he smiles.
"Yeah." Alex agrees. "And that daft bugger just goes along with it every night." he looks over to Guido who's deep in
"Nope, I have my girl at home, and I'm a good boy." He smiles, passing me the photo for closer inspection. "This is Alison, my fiancée. She's a teaching assistant. We're getting married next year when I quit." Tiny looks so proud when he's talking to me, but the word quit brings Eric's attention back to the conversation. He doesn't look pleased.
"You can't quit Tiny, the group needs you. Let me talk to her and see if I can get her to change her mind." Eric pleads.
"It's not Alison's choice, Eric. It's mine. I've been doing this since before I met her. I'm getting too old for this shit. If it's not the traveling it's the rehearsals, if it's not the rehearsals it's being objectified by that bunch of screaming harlots." There's just a hint of anger in Tiny's voice. It's subtle, but I hear it. I get the impression this is a conversation that's been repeated one too many times for him.
Eric shrugs his shoulders in defeat, not answering. It feels uncomfortable. Alex returns with the drinks and looks at us, as if wondering why we're not talking to each other. I try and break the silence by telling Tiny how pretty Alison is. We talk a little longer before I excuse myself to go to the bathroom.
There's a stall that's occupied when I walk in and I can hear muttering and mumbling as though the occupant is talking to themselves. I'm about to lock the cubicle door and make use of the convenience when I hear the conversation in the stall next to me. I stop, shocked and slowly back out.
"What do you mean you've finished? You haven't even put it in yet." That one's a female voice.
"I'm holding a condom full of come, of course I've bloody finished." the male voice retorts. I almost gasp out loud when I realize they're having sex in a Travelodge bathroom stall. Aside from it being so public they're not the roomiest place I can think of. Why wouldn't they just go upstairs to a room?
"You selfish prick" the female voice screeches. "You didn't even get me off, and your cock's that fucking small I'd need a microscope to find it."
"Well if you weren't such a loose slag you'd have felt me come." he retorts. I recognize the male voice now. It's Guido!
There's more shuffling and movement inside the stall and I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper fastening. I have to get out of here, fast.
I manage to make it out of the bathroom just in time. I hide in a corner behind a potted plant, waiting for them to pass and head back into the bar. All the while they're grumbling and muttering at each other.
My need to pee has deserted me so I head back to the sofa, taking my seat next to Tiny. I've just picked up my glass and taken a mouthful when I hear the screechy voice talking to her friends. I spit my drink across the table when she utters the immortal words "Best fucking cock I've had in my fanny in month’s girls."
Tiny looks on in puzzlement as I sit there, laughing so hard there are tears pouring down my face.
Chapter Ten
Sally
Alex and Tiny wouldn't let it rest until I'd told them what I'd been laughing so hard about. I struggled to get the words out for laughing. I'm sorry, but this girl made the women on the Jeremy Kyle show look classy; and that's saying something. She stood in that toilet complaining about Guido's lack of sexual prowess and in the next breath is telling her friends how good he was. Either she's a bold faced liar or she really has had some bad sexual experiences.
"That's what it's all about." Tiny looks sad as he says this. "These girls are just after bragging rights. I think some of them would run a mile if we asked them for their phone number." he smiles.
"Yeah." Alex agrees. "And that daft bugger just goes along with it every night." he looks over to Guido who's deep in
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