'I'm sorry too'.
She pulled a guitar string out of her pocket, and stretched it out.
'What’s going on Emm?' Tom’s voice grew louder. The reality of the situation was beginning to dawn on him – he wasn’t getting it his way after all.
Emma touched Tom’s semi-hard penis caressingly.
'Aw, isn't it cute'. She smiled her crooked smile again. Tom craned his neck to see what she was doing.
'Emm. We can work this out. I promise you' Emma pushed her hand under Tom’s penis and meticulously placed a loop of guitar string over it, and rolls it down to the base. She pulled on it a little and held the string up in the air, watching Toms willie moving like a puppet.
'No, Emm.’ Tom started to move about, sweating now - the cold sweat of fear.
Emma chuckled faintly staring at the helpless man she had given too much of her life to. She kissed his chest - and stood up.
'Where are you going Emm?'
Emma walked towards the door still holding the other end of the guitar string.
'I am not prepared to let you one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight or nine time me Tom'. She said this as she glanced over to him and fixed the other noose end of the guitar string over the bedroom door handle.
'And I'm not prepared to let anyone else have to put up with you either!'
She slammed the door behind her.
8
Aidrian flicked his phone open and speed dialed his mate again. No answer. No reception in some areas of the borders, but he needed to speak to him.
He looked at the phone and with nimble fingers scrolled down the phone list to 'Bob and Marie'.
'Hi Marie, I can’t reach Bob. Is he with you?’
‘No Aid, he’s working'
'Working?'
'Yeah, overtime'
'I don't think so Marie. Unless he's back already, but he cannae be..'
'Back from where?'
'Dumfries'
‘Better no be in Dumfries, he’s got my car’.
‘He texted me to say that Spiv was in Dumfries’.
‘What would Spiv be doing in Dumfries?’
‘Fuck knows, but that’s what he texted me and I can’t get him on the phone’
‘I’ll try and get him on mine’.
‘Did he tell you about Ingram's letters?’
‘Yes. Some. Do you really think Spiv could do that though?’
‘I don’t know. I don’t think so. I hope not. I’ll give him friends’ benefit of the doubt until further notice’
‘You are a good friend, Aid.’
‘I try.’
‘How’s Mon?’
‘She went to her Mums’
‘You didnae kick her out did you?’
‘No, no. She just panicked a bit about the letters, and the fact I hadn’t said anything. You know what she’s like.’
‘I’ll go and speak to her.’
‘That would be good. I didnae mean to upset her. It’s actually why I didn’t tell her. Cannae win.’ Marie was about to sign off. ‘Before you go, Marie, I need to tell you something. It’s a big thing.’
‘Go on’.
‘I found something in the Crook Inn. Don’t ask me why I was there.’
‘Ok. What is it?’
‘I don’t trust Pam, that’s all. If you get Bob, just tell him. I’ve texted him why, but I might be wrong. ’
‘Ok. I will, but why don’t you trust Pam? What did you find?’
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Bob blared some Fratelli’s through Marie's souped up speakers. The car rocked as he flew down the motorway.
‘After 1 mile.. take the next junction on the left.’ The satnav boomed through the speakers, the only way Bob would hear it over the heavy guitar and drums. He had no clue where he was heading. Spiv told him to get off the
