245 the eyes have it 5
Breakfast over and after a coffee hers in a closed cup with a straw, he washed up, her still sat in a sodden roll-on reeking of warm piss. To her amazement he cleared the table, of every scrap, even the laughing gnome cruet set paul had brought from that visit to Mablethorpe that habitually lived on the table top, today it found itself a new home for the day, peering at her from the side worktop is arms round the salt and pepper mushrooms. From his bag he took a rope or two, lay them on the...