Just then Geraldine appeared in her nightgown, a huge great sack of a thing, “What’s goin’ off?” she demanded. xxx I hadn’t been in more then ten minutes when Blagthorpe’s bloke from big house turned up. “Not bad, not bad at all,” she says, “Do you fancy me or is faither paying you?”
“Both,” I says, “It’ll be a dream to fuck thee, thee’s so far out me league.”
“Tha’ silver tongued creep, I bet faither told thee to say that.” she says. I were working in office at pit head that morning, sun were shining gold on smoke from boiler house, birds was coughing, it hadn’t rained for two days solid, and that’s officially a drought in Yorkshire. I would have been put out if I hadn’t been so keep to get laid. Trouble is she




















