He sat back in the passenger seat and whistled through his yellow teeth. He’d been with girls of the night before, most of them mingers. This young lass was way above average and even had her own set of wheels. He’d been sexting her online for days on end, but as they say in the prayer books, good things come to those who wait. He met her dark eyes as she glanced away from the road, the cute halo fastened to her upturned nose gleaming in the light of the moon.
‘Ya one eck of a babe,’ he told her, reaching out and stroking her thigh.
‘You’re not a bad looker yourself,’ she replied.
‘Except I don’t ave a reet lot of air on me head,’ he laughed.
‘I prefer the bald look,’ she lied.
‘Just wait till I get ya in bed,’ he said as he tipped the remains of the beer bottle down his throat. ‘I’ve
