Chapter 3

It had been a long, long week since I had shagged Marcia, and I was eager to get another session organised. When I saw her getting into a taxi in the factory car park, I flagged her down as it headed toward the gate. She looked sad and she had obviously been crying.

“Hi Marcia, is everything okay?” I asked.

I was genuinely concerned as she looked very upset.

“Zak, I am Sorry but I cannot stop my father is ill and I need to go home for a couple of weeks,” she said, her voice wavering. I wished her all the best and the driver drove off. She was sobbing as the driver pulled away.

When I saw my dad later that evening, he told me that Marcia had taken two weeks unpaid leave to go home to see her father who had been taken ill but he was sure that she would be back.

I knew it would be a long two weeks waiting to screw that big black babe again. The following day I tried to call Mona, hoping to arrange a visit but she was not answering her phone.

So, with my two go-to ladies both unavailable I decided to go to the pub with the warehouse lads that evening straight after work. It was my turn to buy and I hated missing my round. The guys went to the table and I got the drinks in.

When I got to the table the lads were all laughing and taking the piss out of one of the other younger guys, Barry, he was telling the lads some bawdy tale about Debbie the gorgeous barmaid and how he had done this, that and the other to her during a date that weekend.

They kept looking at her and laughing and to be honest, it was all a bit embarrassing. According to him he and two of his football mates had all shagged her one after the other that weekend and told us everything they had done in great detail. To be honest, I had other thoughts on my mind and stopped listening to him, he was well-known for his tall tales. He was not known as Bully shit Barry for nothing.

After two or three drinks the guys all headed off, my bus home was not for another half an hour so I stopped for another half of bitter and a packet of crips.

Debbie came over and started to clear away the empty glasses and the full ashtray, she did not speak just gave me a scowl. It was a scowl that would turn milk sour and scare kids. When she came back with a wet cloth to wipe down the table, she muttered something I did not catch and then scowled again before heading back behind the bar. Then she came back with an empty ashtray and another scowl.

“Excuse me but have I upset you, Debbie?” I asked, wondering what was pissing her off.

“Yes, you and your sad mates, have been taking the piss out of me and telling tall stories,” She said and her voice was full of anger, “stories that are not even true, you are just a bunch of wankers!”

There were tears in her eyes and I felt bad about that...

I tried to explain that he was a workmate, not a real mate and that no one believed him but she was having none of it and she called me a bastard and told me to fuck off, but she did so with a tear in her eye and I knew she was really upset so I just walked away.

I could see she was angry and hurt at what was being said about her. I walked down to the bus stop and I was just in time to catch the last bus home.

My head was full of thoughts about how sad Debbie was and what a prick Bull shit Barry was.