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Part 31


Mike sat on the side of Sophie’s bed. Sarah was still lying on it.

“Do you want me as well?” Emma asked him.

Mike could tell that she wanted him. He decided to make her beg. Treat ‘em mean, keep ‘em keen was his motto. “I need to do something first,” he said.

“What?” Emma said.

“You know those pictures of Jill Farrell?”

Emma nodded.

“Well, they were part of a dare,” Mike admitted. “I have to send them to someone before midnight or I lose the dare.”

“Are you taking the piss?” Emma said.

“No I’m serious,” Mike said. “Let me send them and I’ll do whatever you want.”

“It’s twenty to midnight,” Emma said, looking at the clock. “Who do you have to send them to?”

“Can’t tell you,” Mike said.

“Tell me or you don’t send them,” Emma said, stubbornly.

“Mrs Powell,” Mike said quietly.

“Powell?” Emma giggled.

Mike nodded.

“Do one thing first and you can send them,” Emma said.

“What do you want?” Mike said.

“Tell me about your wife,” Emma said.

“What do you want to know?”

“What’s she like?”

“You’ve seen the picture of her in my wallet,” Mike said, “She’s blonde, attractive, twenty-eight years old, good in bed, average-sized tits, semi-shaved down below, she works as a hairdresser, we’ve been married for seven years, what else do you need to know?” He was rushing out the info to get the pictures out before midnight.

“Send your pictures,” Emma said. She went over to her bedside cabinet and took out Mike’s phone.

Mike went over to her and took his phone. “Thanks,” he said.

He found the pictures of Jill.

Must call Laura too, he thought, as he typed out a message - ‘these are the pics you wanted’, he typed.

He saw there were two missed calls from Laura.

Must call Laura too, he thought as he attached the pics and tapped in a number.

He sent the message and the pictures.

Then he realised his mistake.

“Fuck!” he said.

“What?” Emma asked.

“That was your fault,” he said to Emma, “Getting me to think about Laura.”

“What?” Emma repeated.

“I’ve just sent the fucking pictures to Laura.”

Emma giggled. “Can’t you get them back?” she suggested.

“Of course I fucking can’t,” Mike panicked. “What am I going to do?”

“There’s not much you can do, really,” Emma said.

“Maybe you could call her and tell her not to open the picture attachment,” Katie suggested from her bed.

Mike dialled Laura’s number and then ended the call before it connected. “I can’t,” he said, “It’s nearly midnight. She’ll be asleep by now.” He looked at his missed calls. “She tried to call me twice. How come I didn’t hear it ring?”

“I put it on silent,” Emma said helpfully, “So we wouldn’t be disturbed.”

“Stupid cunt!”

“That’s no way to talk to a pupil,” Megan piped up, “Very unprofessional.”

“What am I going to do?” Mike said.

“Well, it’s nearly midnight,” Emma said, “So I suggest you send the pictures again. This time to the right number.”

Mike attached the pictures to another message and this time made certain that it was Jane Powell’s number that he sent them to. He pressed send.

“Okay,” Emma said, “Fuck me now or I’ll...”

“What am I going to do?” Mike panicked.

“The same as you did to Sarah,” Emma said.

“No, you stupid cunt,” he said, “I mean about the pictures.”

“That’s twice he’s called you a stupid cunt, Em,” Megan said, “Are you going to report him?”

“Nah,” Emma said, “He’s in enough shit as it is.”

Too right, Mike thought, the shit really will hit the fan when Laura sees those pictures.

“I just thought,” Katie said. “Maybe you could drive home and intercept your wife’s phone before she sees it in the morning.”

Mike looked at Katie. “Stupid cunt!” he said, “It’s over two hundred fucking miles.”

“Well,” Megan said, “I’m the only one that isn’t a stupid cunt so far so... can I make a suggestion?”

“Please do,” Mike said.

“Perhaps you could pretend that someone else sent them to her. In malice,” Megan offered.

“Stupid cunt!” Mike said, “It came from my phone.”

“Well, perhaps you could just say someone stole your phone and did it,” Megan said, “Someone who didn’t like you.”

“Yeah,” Emma said, “There’s no shortage of people who hate you. I hate you.”

“Me too,” Katie said.

“And me,” Megan added, “You called me a stupid cunt.”

“I like you,” Sarah sighed, “Make me come again.”

Emma’s phone beeped. She picked it up and looked at the incoming message. “Hmm,” she said, “Sophie and Beth won’t be back tonight. You’re in luck, Mr Williams. You’ve got a whole bed to yourself.”


To be continued...