The American Dream Time of the Supporating Spoor
"I want to leave" Derek moaned hungrily. "Leave what"? rasped Angel vociferously - "We've only just got here you whining cunt""I know but, but it's so quiet here, and my asparagus is limp - I certainly didn't expect a night like this for a blind date."Angel leaned back in her chair, took a good look at Derek. He WAS quite good looking in his own way - the large white Aran jumper offset his red curly hair in a fetching way, though his patched denim dungarees were decidingly wrong.Laughlingly...