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Fantasies Incorporated 04 - The Virgin
(Bridy McAvoy)

God damn that bastard to hell!"

Slamming the door behind me, I let rip as I flung my keys into the tray kept in the hall for that purpose.

"What the . . ." Tracy, my flatmate stuck her head out of the living room where my outburst had interrupted her favourite crime show on the box.

"Sorry, Tracy; it's only me. It's that bloody Pete again!"

"What's he done this time?"

"You wouldn't believe what that bastard said to me in the cinema tonight?"

"I can't if you won't tell me."

"We got any of that wine left from the weekend? I need a stiff drink, then I'll tell you. You want one?"

"Sure Angie. I'm not going to get to watch Horatio spring his surprise on the villain now; anyway they gave the plot away in the first few minutes again, I know it'll be the driver."

She followed me into the kitchen and watched as I poured two large glasses of wine from the bottle, emptying it in the process.

"So what's he done this time, or by the look of you, not done?"

 "You know what he's not done!"

"What again; left you high and dry again, or is it high and wet?"

"Both again and you know what that son of a bitch said?"

"No what?"

"Right after I'd blown the bastard, for like the tenth time this month, he has the cheek to say he won't go down on a virgin let alone do it with one!"

"He actually said that?"



"Uh . . . uh"