crouching in the back of a black cab, I’d volunteered to hide from the cab dirver so that all 6 of us could travel together and share the cost.
Kaff: I don’t like wendy’s hair, its thick with hairspray, stiff and sticky
Kaff leant forward and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head toward her sharp knees and pushing tears from my eyes. I watched my tears splash on her expensive Italian buckskin suede shoes then silently added a good dose of flemmy gob to the mix.
Glen: wendy’s hair is soft and fluffy, nice to touch, I like it
Glen leant forward and stroked my hair, pulling my head away from kaff’s threatening knees to rest on his tear-drying warm thigh.
The men they couldn’t hand sang rain, steam, speed