A Toy Boy for Martha
‘Where are you off this afternoon then?’ Pete asked me. We’d finished an electrical job which was supposed to have lasted the day but it was only noon so we gave ourselves the afternoon off. I put the mobile phone down and grinned at Pete. ‘I might have known, you’re going to see Martha again aren’t you?’ he said with a smirk on his face. Martha was a middle aged lady we’d done a job for a month back and I sort of got acquainted with her. She made no secret about her fantasy to have a toy boy...