Recent Blog: BANG BUS BANGBUS.COM Wearing only a pair of board shorts, Jason answered the door. It was Michelle who liked to be called Mickey, the prawn skipperˇ¦s girlfriend - short, dumpy and mean eyed with plain looks. Sylvia, the trawler owner was a big woman, easily 6 feet and somewhere in her late fifties. Mickey was a foot shorter and in her mid forties. She had dark curly hair cut short and fierce brown eyes. She had used a knife twice before; once on a delightful femme visitor to the town whom Sylvia had lusted after in the hotel bar one afternoon. And once on a big tough biker that had developed a letch for Sylvia after she flashed her magnificent tits once too often. Mickey had a knife scar on one corner of her mouth that gave her a permanent half smile. And she had got that in a prison fight. Tough cookie, Mickey, definitely not to be messed with - a pit bull terrier. Jason just knew she had found out about him and Sylvia.
ˇ§Youˇ¦re Jason, arenˇ¦t you,ˇ¨ Mickey said in her quiet voice. A snow capped volcanoe.
ˇ§Yep. What can I do for you? Mickey isnˇ¦t it?ˇ¨
ˇ§Is there any reason why I shouldnˇ¦t cut your balls off, that is if I can find them, and slice them up like radishes.ˇ¨ She glared at him, hands on her substantial hips, the front of her shapeless sweater heaving. Clearly agitated.
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