family and he was trying to let Lenny know that he was aware of their status. He was doing everything he could to try and bring some kind of normality into his brothers’ and sisters’ lives. Lenny would have done the same thing. He grabbed the man’s shoulder and squeezed it, saying, ‘You are a good bloke, and now you’re in with us lot you should find it easier to get things done. As for your mother, she is a lost cause, I think. You will have to concentrate on the kids – that’s all you can do.’
Reggie put his hand over Lenny’s and squeezed it gently. ‘I do appreciate this, mate.’
It was said low, and Lenny pulled away quickly. He felt embarrassed suddenly and, laughing, he said loudly, ‘Bit pissed, I think, don’t you?’
Reggie smiled and nodded, and went back inside the pub. Lenny stood there and lit another cigarette. His hands were shaking. He had never felt such a powerful pull towards anyone before in his life. He shook his head, as if trying to clear it. That could not have just happened. But he knew that something had happened and he didn’t know what to do about it. He wasn’t a fucking shirt-lifter. It was the drink – he was never good with alcohol. It was just a misunderstanding. All the same, his mind was asking him why was he sorry that Reggie Dornan had gone back inside the pub? Why did he still want to feel his touch on his skin? What the fuck was wrong with him? He had a wife and a child, that should tell him everything he needed to know.
He went back inside, so shaken he decided to order a large brandy. He noticed that Reggie was nowhere to be seen. Swallowing the burning liquid down quickly, he stood and cheered with the other men as the strippers started their routines. He loved his wife and he was just drunk. That was all it could be.
He kept his eye out for Reggie all the same, but he had clearly gone home. Lenny was disappointed, and that bothered him more than anything.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
‘Let me do that, darling. You will have the baby up with this racket!’
Sharon was happy enough to cook her husband a bacon sandwich when he got in. After all, she was his wife, and it meant less clearing up as well! He was one messy fucker, and the place would look like a pikey camp if she didn’t take over.
Lenny sat at the kitchen table and watched as Sharon made his sandwiches and a pot of tea. He loved her; he loved her with all his being. So what had happened to him to make him feel like he had earlier in the evening?
‘Did you have a good night, Len?’
He nodded. ‘Rather have been at home with you, darling.’
She smiled happily at his words.
‘How was the little man?’
Sharon sat at the table. Now she had cleared the kitchen, she could relax. ‘He was as good as gold, Len. We are lucky with him, you know. Some of the horror stories I hear about babies not sleeping!’
He listened to her prattle on, but all the time he was thinking about Reggie Dornan. About his face, his eyes, his physique. Even his hands, feeling the thrill once more as their skin had touched briefly. What he couldn’t understand was why he had not beaten the man to within an inch of his life. Surely that is what he should have done?
Sharon Scott looked at her big, handsome husband and, leaning over, she kissed him softly on his lips. Then, suddenly, without any preamble, Lenny was picking her up bodily and the next thing she knew they were naked and he had her on the kitchen table. The excitement was overwhelming and she enjoyed his attentions, glad that he still had this need of her as powerfully as she did him. She had heard that after a kid men often lost interest in their wives, but this was not the case with her Lenny. She closed her eyes and let the good times roll.
Chapter Thirty
Reggie Dornan was lying in his bed awake and he was a worried man. He should not have drunk so much tonight – then he would not have made a pass at Lenny Scott. But he sensed that Lenny – whatever
Reggie put his hand over Lenny’s and squeezed it gently. ‘I do appreciate this, mate.’
It was said low, and Lenny pulled away quickly. He felt embarrassed suddenly and, laughing, he said loudly, ‘Bit pissed, I think, don’t you?’
Reggie smiled and nodded, and went back inside the pub. Lenny stood there and lit another cigarette. His hands were shaking. He had never felt such a powerful pull towards anyone before in his life. He shook his head, as if trying to clear it. That could not have just happened. But he knew that something had happened and he didn’t know what to do about it. He wasn’t a fucking shirt-lifter. It was the drink – he was never good with alcohol. It was just a misunderstanding. All the same, his mind was asking him why was he sorry that Reggie Dornan had gone back inside the pub? Why did he still want to feel his touch on his skin? What the fuck was wrong with him? He had a wife and a child, that should tell him everything he needed to know.
He went back inside, so shaken he decided to order a large brandy. He noticed that Reggie was nowhere to be seen. Swallowing the burning liquid down quickly, he stood and cheered with the other men as the strippers started their routines. He loved his wife and he was just drunk. That was all it could be.
He kept his eye out for Reggie all the same, but he had clearly gone home. Lenny was disappointed, and that bothered him more than anything.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
‘Let me do that, darling. You will have the baby up with this racket!’
Sharon was happy enough to cook her husband a bacon sandwich when he got in. After all, she was his wife, and it meant less clearing up as well! He was one messy fucker, and the place would look like a pikey camp if she didn’t take over.
Lenny sat at the kitchen table and watched as Sharon made his sandwiches and a pot of tea. He loved her; he loved her with all his being. So what had happened to him to make him feel like he had earlier in the evening?
‘Did you have a good night, Len?’
He nodded. ‘Rather have been at home with you, darling.’
She smiled happily at his words.
‘How was the little man?’
Sharon sat at the table. Now she had cleared the kitchen, she could relax. ‘He was as good as gold, Len. We are lucky with him, you know. Some of the horror stories I hear about babies not sleeping!’
He listened to her prattle on, but all the time he was thinking about Reggie Dornan. About his face, his eyes, his physique. Even his hands, feeling the thrill once more as their skin had touched briefly. What he couldn’t understand was why he had not beaten the man to within an inch of his life. Surely that is what he should have done?
Sharon Scott looked at her big, handsome husband and, leaning over, she kissed him softly on his lips. Then, suddenly, without any preamble, Lenny was picking her up bodily and the next thing she knew they were naked and he had her on the kitchen table. The excitement was overwhelming and she enjoyed his attentions, glad that he still had this need of her as powerfully as she did him. She had heard that after a kid men often lost interest in their wives, but this was not the case with her Lenny. She closed her eyes and let the good times roll.
Chapter Thirty
Reggie Dornan was lying in his bed awake and he was a worried man. He should not have drunk so much tonight – then he would not have made a pass at Lenny Scott. But he sensed that Lenny – whatever
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