Little slut sent me a text saying need some daddy. And now looking down at the street I see her walking her pit-bull and heading towards my stair. Unlike those other slags who've turned prematurely into crones, Seona still has a nice figure, slightly boyish, and a pretty face - that is, if you don't look too closely.
Seona knocks, and I unlock the door. She then waltzes through until she's in my bedroom. Her twenty-three years to my fifty-two, skinny jeans and panties now at her ankles, she kneels over the edge of the bed for me. This piece of our business won't take too long.
And now seated in the living room she rolls a blunt as I go and put her package together: Ket and an assortment of jellies - the usual mix - I got from my main supplier only yesterday.
I tell her, "Usual deal. Skim what you want for yourself and charge the punters whatever you like - so long as I get my grand by the end of next month." She's usually reliable, unlike some of my other subcontractors, but just in case I add, "Is that clear, Seona?"
"Yes daddy," she replies with a gently coquettish air.
"You seen those bastards Alex and Joe around?"
She knows exactly where they are but tells me, "Joe's locked himself in his flat, but Alex hasn't been seen for ages."
"Bastards," I snarl. "Tell them they'll owe me double if I don't get their money before the end of this month."
Seona tucks some of the consignment into a special winter harness she'd had made for her pit-bull - the last place the busies were likely to look in the event they pulled her up in the street. This is a good day as far as she's concerned - sex and drugs, if nothing else.
Once she's out the door I turn up the widescreen's volume and sit in the chair to roll another number. I'm looking out along the street in hope of catching Alex or Joe coming out of their front doors.
They will both be marked men if they don't cough up, as will I.
Putting my trousers back on I decide to pay Joe a visit.