The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9

... blasphemed feverishly.

‘What did those two old bags do to him I wonder?’ mused Deborah.

’I hope it wasn’t something too awful, I know he has been naughty and everything but he has been really nice to me.’

‘You do open your legs to every man around don’t you, ' the older girl snootily opined, ‘at least we…' she paused, rethinking her statement, ‘at least we Mathers have a little more discernment.’

‘Hmph,' expressed Rachel moodily, 'I would not have called Mike, our type. He had really dirty fingernails, I wouldn’t be surprised if he drives a bus or something!’

‘Oh, you little cow, you don’t talk about him, you don’t mention him at all…'

‘You spent so much time with him I though he was your boyfriend.’

‘Well, that shows how much you know doesn’t it little piggy wiggle, I was just using him for sex, that’s all. He was a horrible disgusting creature.’

Even though he was on the periphery of the real world, Gary, on hearing this conversation, had vague memories of a drunken chat in a nightclub six of so months before. A guy boasting of having a posh bit on the side. That guy had a nice suit, and he had an urge to punch him in the face. Could this be the bit of luck he had been waiting for? The well tailored ruffian maintained the forklifts at the local brick works and was a notorious hard case. What was his name? He closed his eyes in thought, trying not to be distracted by the catty argument going on in the cellar.

‘I thought he was quite nice, but I ...

... didn’t get to know him very well really.’

‘Well, you won’t. If I get my way then he’ll be where this poor devil is now.’

‘Oh, Mr. Fowler, I nearly forgot, I have something to show you. At least I will when uncle Charles gets here.’

‘God, how you can let that old man do those…that…'

‘He might be really old, like forty or whatever, but he is really lovely and he is really kind. I like what he is doing for Mr. Fowler, I do hope he will be grateful.’

‘Hardly likely, we should be just cutting his goollies off rather that wasting time on this new-fangled rubbish.’

‘Mummy says that there are acca, accdemnics working with uncle Charles on this treatment.’

‘Academics, thicko!’ laughed a spiteful Deborah. ‘Well, I think it’s all a monstrous waste of time and so does father, and he is in parliament, so he should know.’

‘I’m sure uncle Charles is only doing what he thinks is best.’

‘Well, daddy says he wants something done about it, so we will see won’t we. He says that your “uncle Charles” is a danger.’

‘Debby! That is such an awful thing to say. Uncle Charles has always been so kind, and anyway, Mummy says so and so it must be right.’

‘Oh God! You’re so stupid, of course…' Lady Deborah’s rebuke was cut short by the sound of a new arrival. The solid footsteps of a man in solid shoes began a descent into Gary’s cellar. Both girls looked upward at the newcomer and while Deborah’s face looked resigned to the augmentation, Rachel’s shone and beamed.

‘Uncle ...