Jack waddled to Mandy’s car; she held the door for him. There was a section of cardboard box left on the dashboard, large letters in thick black felt pen, POLICE if you clamp this I will rip your balls off.
POLICE if you clamp this I will rip your balls off.‘Seems to have done the trick, love,’ and she smiled as he ooohed and aaahed, winced and complained, into the passenger seat.
‘My little wuss,’ she whispered in his ear and closed the door gently. All settled, she started the car and took his right hand and put it on her leg, slightly higher than had previously been permitted.
‘Lucky I didn’t hurt my right hand.’
‘Very lucky indeed, Jack.’
They drove to his house in another of those companionable silences Jack thought would come in handy in C&A’s. Wondering if he dare move his hand
