Let's use this as a thread of confession?
I have to admit, I have tried to put it behind me, but this brings back the memories in such a shocking way!
There I was an 18 year old lean machine, My brother met this fantastic, body wise and responsive lass, he was willing for it, she was dying for it, the problem was the lump of lard called her friend.
She wouldn't leave them to get on with it, she was always following them to her mates flat complaining about how she didn't have a bloke.
One night, I'm out with them, flabby decides she likes me, well, lets be honest, I didn't like her.
Brotherly love, can you beat it?
Our kid, explained how they couldn't get together because of the blimp.
My brother offers me a tenner to distract old fatty.
A tenner back then? half a wage!
I tried my best to keep her entertained during the evening then went back to her flat.
Like her, it stank, let's be honest, I'd never taken on the role of Gigolo before now and once I felt the promised land she was offering me, I decided it was a career I didn't need.
I wasn't as honest back then, I spent an hour or so trying to be polite and not call her a skank.
I went home, with my gut churning, 15 minutes later my bruv, arrived home, he was busy with the good looking one when a knock, well, a hammering came on the door, fat bitch needed to tell her bestest friend what a swine I was.
Darling brother didn't give me the tenner, so I think that still leaves me pure.
I think, I had a lucky escape, morals, I'm glad they were there to sell, but hey, not at that price.
