“Tony gets full marks for persistence,” Judy muttered.

Helen sniggered. “Those wandering hands?”

Judy sighed. “Can’t help himself. Drunk and thick as pigshit.”

Helen leaned close. “Told you that outfit was fuck-me hot.”

“No talent you fancy?”

Helen pulled a face. “These guys only stare at my tits.”

Judy glanced at her watch. “Fancy trying our luck at a club?”

“If you ain’t interested in shagging Wandering Hands Tony, you bet. I’ll call a taxi.”

“I’d rather eat cold puke,” Judy muttered.

Helen nudged her. “Here he is.”

“See if I can make him run for the hills.”

“Two glasses of wine, ladies,” Tony said

Helen smiled. “Thanks.” She turned away to make a call.

“Fancy doing anything after?” Tony asked.

“What do you suggest?”

“My place is nearby. Share some drink and dope?”

Judy looked up at him, doe-eyed. “Any condoms?” she whispered.

She saw him thinking. “Don’t you agree lovemaking’s more special when you really feel each other?”

She beamed at him. “Oh, Tony, so you really want a baby too?”

He looked shocked. “Well… um…”

“Taxi’s here, Judy,” Helen shouted.

Judy stepped forwards. “Oh, sorry,” she said. “Did I tread on your foot with my high heel?”

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