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Pedo Cure the interim solution

... she offered. "Free till the kid comes?" I suggested. "You always were a smooth talking bastard," she said and dropped her knickers there and then. "Sandra!" her mum protested. "It's only till kid comes!" she insisted. "No you filthy girl, you can't fuck customers while I'm watching Oprah on TV." she snapped. "Can you wait till Countdown comes on, she always falls asleep half way through." Sandra suggested. We did it in kitchen instead in the end, but it wasn't the same, Hayley was far better at milking cock, and I realised I couldn't get her out of my mind. We watched Telly after, "Nutter" Henderson was being interviewed, "What do you say to those who say you were responsible for all those Pedos moving away from Brighton?" he was asked. "Well I some help, and I reckon most of em went to France," he said, "We're off down St Tropez on Eurostar Friday, sort them out a bit." "What are your policies Johnno?" Sandra's mum asked, "Now all the Pedos are emigrating," she said and I didn't have any. "I never thought beyond getting rid of Pedos," I admitted, "I just fancied nine grand a year for doing fuck all." "You want to try for the European Parliament," Sandra's mum said, "It's more like ninety thousand pounds for doing fuck all." "Ooohhh Johnno!" Sandra cooed, "We could rent a flat!" "Look you're having Als kid," I reminded her, "Not mine." "Shit!" she said, and she saw it mattered to me, "Maybe the next one could be yours?" Tony Mulholland came round to see me next day, "Sgt ...

... Fforbes wants you down the psycho clinic at the Duchess of Cornwall Infirmary," he said referring to the brand new hospital up by the footie ground, "They got a couple or Pedos." "Right," I agreed, "When." "Now?" he said so we went round there, "Nice Motor," I said when I saw he had the Police Subaru Imprezza WRC outside. "Man's car," he said, "Does one fifty on half throttle," he said as we set off down Wordsworth Avenue, "See?" he says and floors the throttle, "Look at that, ton already he says as he reached for the siren and blue light switch. "It's a fucking twenty zone mate, watch that," I said and the breath was slammed out of me, "Speed bump." He slowed down a bit and eventually after half an hour including some tyre smoking do-nuts and spins in the private clinic car park we arrived. "Mr Allthwaite!" an elderly chap in a white smock greeted me, "Delighted to meet you, my colleague Dr Blick told me how impressed he was by you ideas and suggested we should meet." "Right, what, doing fuck all for nine thousand quid a year," I asked. "No the spam can key your simple and elegant proposal for a cure." he beamed., "But come through." He studied his chart, "This is Mr Scheist," he said as he introduced me to a bloke what looked like a scout master, "I always call patients Mr Scheist, German for shit you know," he added, "Serial offender," he added, "He volunteered to try your cure." "You sure he's a Pedo?" I asked. "Oh yes, show him a picture of an under 13 football team and he's ...