Megan was a lesbian who lived in Stoke Newington, in a lovely big house full of pictures of pretty movie stars with their bosoms out of their tops and many pairs of trainers and some cats. Most people liked Megan; she was ever so friendly and loved to buy all the rounds at the Candy bar on Friday night.
One night, after she and her friends had drunk ever so many lovely pints of lovely brown ale, Megan met a lovely friendly young girl called Pauline, or Pauly for short. Pauly was jolly and fun and had ever so much debt on her credit card that after they had spent the evening making love with dildos, Megan said, “Oh jeepers, I know, why dont you come and live with me Pauly?”
It was such a jolly good idea that they had some more pints for breakfast and then got a mini cab and took Pauly’s cat and all her white vests and had a lovely hippety hop time moving in with Megan. The driver, a lovely man in a nice hat saw Megan and Pauly having a little celebration kiss in his cab and he said, in the happiest way with a big smile,If you do a show for me I wont charge you the fare.
The girls laughed crazily and then Megan, who’d drunk ever so much lovely sugary brown ale for her breakfast, sicked it all up in the mini cab and the driver threw her rolling and tumbling in a lovely fun way all along the street. Pauly came tumbling and laughing behind her. With that, they got up and took Paulys lovely little kitten, Scamp and they went on down the lane to Megan’s lovely home.
Once inside the happy girls had a lovely snack of toast and ecstasy and then some vagina and then said, I know, lets hop into bed now and sleep all the day away The laughed so much that Pauly had an accident in her trousers and Megan took them off her and threw them on the floor. It was starting out to be the loveliest of days and the girls, ever so happy with their newly found friendship, giggled until they could giggle no more and passed out on the linoleum.
The next day, Pauly woke with Scamp lapping at the sick puddle on the floor and the sun was so bright that the girls thought they had died and gone to Jamaica, or at least Lesbos, so they put on their bikinis and went to lie on the patio. The robins sung gaily in the trees and Megan said to Pauly, “Why dont we go to the football?”
“Hmmm, said Paula, I know why dont we go to the pub and play pool.â€
They both shouted “hurrah in unison and ran inside to get their white vests on.
They skipped along the street holding hands, singing Ani Di Franco songs, and laughing gaily. A funny man with no hair and big fat black boots cried out, “You fucking lezas”, and the girls shouted back jollily, “Go fuck yourself you yob cunt.”
They continued on their merry way stopping only at the off license to get some roll ups. “I so love my roll ups”, cried Megan. “Me too!” chirped Pauly. “I know what Id really like now, a big fat spliff or some E”.
The girls, excited by the possibility of more adventures through drug taking, scurried down the hill toward the “Slack Flaps” and their gang of pool playing chums. Once inside the girls sought out their chums, Kate and Deanne who were nowhere to be found.
The girls, rather worried by this rather unexpected turn of events, went into the toilet to rub each other on the front of their jeans when much to their surprise they found……..(to be continued)
