herstandusplacerespectdirty little trampspiteIt was as if he were talking about the weather, or who should be the next Prime Minister, or what was happening on the stock market. He spoke in that knowing tone he reserved for the customers he most wanted to impress. When he wanted to cement his position as the font of all knowledge. No hesitation No seed of doubt lacing his words.
Vanessa was shaking.
Why am I shaking, she demanded of herself?
Why am I shaking,It was only slight; a small tremor that had started to course through her body as she stood there, frozen to the spot, stock still on the railway station car park, barely able to part her lips, let alone speak.
“You cheeky fucker,” she heard Sally answer. “Who do you think you a—”
“I am talking,” Herbert roared, turning to face th
