FIFTEEN
It had been a painfully uncomfortable journey and Mandy had no sense of time, but it could not have been long on smooth roads, for she soon felt herself being jostled as the van traversed bumpy terrain. Then it stopped and the engine cut. She could hear muffled arguing, a grating metallic growl as the van rear doors opened, and the two thugs debating how best to get the carpet, with Mandy inside, out of the van.
‘Unroll the carpet, you f*****g turnips,’ she called out.
‘What?’ Shitlegs asked.
Mandy repeated her suggestion and eventually they complied, after which Shitlegs grabbed Mandy by her ankles and yanked her out of the van, causing her skirt to rise, and the bloom of her anger was reinforced by a blush of embarrassment. Not for the first time, she thought she should wear
