Chapter 12

"Get out of my room," the tall girl screamed. "Get out and don't come back."

"Ivy, come on girl. Let's just talk 'bout it."

"You shafted that slut. And you got her pregnant. Where's my baby?"

"I've tried, hun, you know I have. But maybe ya just barren."

"Barren," Ivy screeched and threw the nearest object to hand – his can of deodorant which bounced off his head. "Get out of my room, get out of this house."

"Oww," he cried. "Baby, lets talk. 'Cause I was thinking. If ya can't get knocked up and Evie can, then why don't we find a flat, settle down together, all three of us, well four of us."

Ivy fizzed and she took a deep breath, picking up a discarded cup and hauling it towards him. "Settle down, you stupid cunt," she screamed at her ex-partner, now drenched in cold tea. "Get out."

"But..."

"Get out," she yelled and threw a few clothes towards him that he frantically gathered and ran down the stairs as she launched two shoes and a book his way. He slammed the door on the way out of the house and she collapsed next to her door, crying profusely.

Why did her partner need to do that to her?

Sarah pushed past Adam ignoring him as he reached for the cereal. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't know what was in there. If you go leaving your stuff in the player then it might get watched," he said.

Sarah shook her head and reached out slapping him across the face. "How could you? Show our private, intimate videos to your friends. It's bad enough you watching them," she muttered and Adam rubbed his face.

"Don't need to hit me," he shouted and picked up the milk splashing some on the worktop as he filled his breakfast bowl. "I said, I'm sorry, OK?"

"No," Sarah screeched. "Not OK." Adam shook his head and opened the door to the dining room and sat at the table. "You were playing with yourselves; it was disgusting."

Adam ignored her, and shovelled a spoonful of cereal into his mouth as Tabitha took her breakfast and got up from the table. "Not staying in here with him."

"No, me neither," Natalie said, looking at Adam in the eye and shaking her head.

"Look, I said I am sorry. We had a couple of beers, Carl put it on, we thought you might have left it there to tempt us. I mean, you lot are exhibitionists, aren't you?"

Tabitha sneered and closed her eyes. "Is he for real?"

"Yes, you wander around with nothing on, so what am I to think."

Natalie leant over the chair and waved her finger towards her ex-lover. "Nudism isn't a sexual thing. I fuckin' told you that before. Just 'cause we like to be liberated doesn't make us porn stars."

Adam sniffed and Sarah shook her head. "Come on Tabs, let's go out."

Adam threw his hands up in the air but all three of the girls left him alone. "Where we going?" Tabitha asked and Natalie looked at them.

"I gotta go to work," she told them. "I got one cleaner off, one receptionist and ... ahhh."

"You'll be driving them next," Sarah teased with a grin and watched as the curvaceous girl wandered up the stairs. "You OK?"

Natalie nodded, rubbing her belly and sighed. "Can we go to the park? It's just down the road and I want some fresh air."

Sarah nodded and sighed. "Yeah, come on," she said and took her lover's hand. "Get dressed and we can feed the ducks."

Tabitha smiled and quickly threw some clothes on before getting to Sarah's car and driving across town to the small park on the edge of the town in the shadow of the imposing memorial.

Sarah shivered as she ran around her parked car and opened the door for her partner who laughed at her. "Morning m'lady," Sarah said with a grin. "The park, as requested." Tabitha gripped the side of the car with both hands and dragged herself up.

"I am not an invalid," Tabitha moaned as Sarah went to help her.

"Yeah, just pregnant."

Sarah pulled the bread from the back seat and shut the door, locking it with her key and holding out her hand for Tabitha to take. "This is what it should be like," Tabitha said with a grin. "Just the two of us in the park."

"Yeah, we've argued a bit recently," Sarah admitted and swung her arm, and that of her partner. "But I still love you."

Tabitha smiled and then rubbed her eyes. "You'll make me cry," she muttered. "Being soppy like that. It's the hormones." Sarah reached the small pond and sat down on the bench, looking at her partner. "Can we have the bread?"

Sarah put it in Tabitha's lap, and then glanced around her; it was quiet, and she reached over and pulled Tabitha towards her. Tabitha squealed as she did but their mouths met and Sarah pushed her tongue into her partner.

Tabitha's hands wandered over the pert body of Sarah and she wrapped her arms around her. "Sarah," she gently chastised. "What's got over you."

"Nothing," Sarah replied coyly. "But I want to show that I love you," she whispered and wrapped her hands around her busty partner's body. "'Cause I do."

"There's an Englishman, a Froggy, a Taffy and a Nigger in a hot air balloon," Carl started and took a swig of his beer. "And it's losing height so the Froggy chucks over some wine and says, 'we have loads of wine in France, I don't need it.' So the Taffy chucks over some sheep and says 'we have fuck loads of 'em in Wales, don't need them.' But they are still going down so the Englishman picks up the nigger and says 'we have loads of those fuckers in England."

Tabitha, wrapped in a dressing gown, swung on the door frame scowling at Carl and looked at Adam. "Are you staying in?" She asked tersely and Adam looked at Carl who took another swig.

"And what if we are? It's his fucking house too."

Tabitha scowled and shook her head. "No, we are off to the pub," Adam replied.

"No, straight up. It's ya house too. Bitch can't tell ya what to do." Tabitha winced as Carl spoke and touched her belly.

"You OK?" Adam asked and she nodded.

"Fine," she muttered. "Be better when the filth is out of my house."

"Filth?" Carl cried, finishing his can of beer. "I proper English love. It's you who's filth. And I seen you in video dyking it up. It's sick."

Adam groaned. "Come on Carl, let's go to the pub."

"Nah, I ain't having thicklips 'ere tellin' me what to do." He walked up to her, his arms outstretched looking into her face.

"Carl," Adam barked but Tabitha shook her head. "Leave her alone."

"Yah gonna hit a pregnant woman? Well go on then."

"No, Carl is not going to hit anyone, are you Carl?" Adam pleaded and grabbed his shoes. "Now let's leave Tabitha is peace and get to the pub." Carl stared at Tabitha and shook his head as Adam pushed him into the hallway.

"Will you learn to calm down?" Adam pleaded as Carl grunted and they left for the pub. "Tab really ain't all that bad."

"Yah fuckin' pussy-whipped," came the inevitable response.

Natalie strode to the front door and wrapped her body in a dressing gown before opening it. She had not done so the previous day and scared a couple of Jehovah's Witnesses, which on reflection had not been such a bad thing but out of habit she was used to wrapping herself up until she knew the visitor was comfortable with nudism.

She was greeted by the sight of a crying girl – no more than 20 – and stared intently at her. "Yes?"

"Does Adam live here?"

"Errr ... yes, but he's gone out."

"I need to see him."

Natalie wrapped the dressing gown around her tighter. "He's out," she said tersely. "And you are?" Natalie took a deep breath expecting to hear how this girl had had relations with her house mate when the girl sniffed and coughed.

"Ivy."

Natalie paused and thought. "Oh, his sister. Come in, but he will be awhile."

The girl sniffed and looked at Natalie as she moved out of the way to allow her to pass. "You Natalie?"

Natalie nodded. "Why, he been mouthing off 'bout me?"

Ivy shook her head. "No. No he was speakin' 'bout you at Christmas, said you were very nice," Ivy said with a coy look. "I think he likes you."