Chapter 1:

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“You little shit, you’d better not be late again tomorrow, or I’ll send you home in a fucking coffin,” shouted the foreman.

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Josh walked toward the foundry gate. His head hung low, and his shoulders slouched. 

 

“Bye Mr Benson,” he said to the security guard as he walked out the gate.

“Bye, Josh. You’d better get some extra sleep tonight lad, you look terrible.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
 

Having worked all day in the foundry, Josh went down to the pub for dinner.
 

“Hi, Josh,” said the bartender as he walked in, “want your usual today?”

“Yeah, why not,” he said rubbing his hands together, “and make the sausage rolls extra hot, it’s bloody cold out there.”

He took a seat at a small table in a secluded corner of the pub. 

 

“This is some miserable weather we’re having,” said Mike as he placed the beer on the table.

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“No kidding, we’ve had this crappy rain all week.”

“Yeah, depressing; anyhow, I’ve asked the chef to ‘super-heat’ your sausage rolls,” chuckled Mike, “watch you don’t burn yourself.”
 

“Thanks, Mike.”
 

Josh sat alone at the table, accompanied only by his thoughts, which ran this way and that. After he had finished his meal, he got up and walked to the door.
 

“Thanks, Mike,” he called out as he left the pub.

“No worries, Josh. Catch ya next time.”
 

On the way home, all he could think about was another beer, a hot shower and then into bed.
 

What a fucking shit day. I wonder why I bother; I’ve got a crap job and a crap life.
 

Josh is a 26-year-old, go-nowhere, do-nothing type of bloke. He got tired, fed-up, and lazy at an early age. In his mind, he could still hear his father bellowing,

 

“Get a proper job you lazy bum! You’re a useless good-for-nothing mangy mongrel.”
 

His mother had passed away when he was six, and so it was left to his drunken father to raise him alone.

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Josh shared the rent of a downtown apartment with his friend, Ashley. It had two small bedrooms, a tiny kitchen, lounge, and bathroom. Ashley never had a job, but always seemed to have money. Whenever he saw his friend, Ashley would be lazing around the apartment, watching TV, or talking to people on the street. He never introduced these people to Josh or invited them in.
 

Ashley always keeps to himself. He never asks how my day was, or if I’ve got any plans for the future. Of course I’ve none, but that’s beside the point. It would just be nice if he took some interest in me.

He dragged himself up the stairs to the front door.

 

Oh, here we go, fucking keys stuck again, piece of shit. Yuck, it smells like crap in here. Ashley hasn’t been home to open the place up for weeks. Some friend he is. He'd bloody better get back in time to pay his part of the rent.

As he walked over to the fridge to get a beer, he heard the rain coming down again. 
 

Ah fuck, it’s pissing again.

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He opened the beer and tossed the cap onto the table. Josh walked through into the lounge, flicked on the TV, and fell back onto the couch. As he did so, he heard the shower curtain pull back.
 

“What the fuck!”
 

Startled by the noise, he jumped up from the couch, put his beer on the floor and picked up the side table. Now, with his heart racing in his chest, he gingerly moved through the kitchen toward the bathroom. 

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That wasn’t rain I heard, that’s my shower. I wonder who the fuck’s in my bathroom.

The door wasn’t clipped closed, so he used one leg of the small table to push it open. He slowly crept forward, holding the table in front of him as a shield. The shower is behind the door, so he needed to move into the bathroom before he could see who was there.
 

“Reveal yourself to me you scurvy rat, or I’ll pop this table square on ya noggin!”

As the curtain flicked back, Josh stepped forward lifting the table into a strike position.

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“Hello,” said the tall brunette standing in his shower, “how are you today?”

Still holding the table in a strike position, he stared back at her; paralysed, speechless, frozen. They stared at each other for a few seconds and then, in a sweet voice.

“You can lower the table now, unless you think I’m about to attack you with the soap...”

With his eyes fixated on her shiny wet body, he slowly lowered the table, as he watched a soapy foam cluster gracefully slide down her back, through her bum crack and down her long tanned leg.
 

Turning to face him, she continued,

 

“... and you can close your mouth now, unless you’d like to tell me your name.”

Her smooth vagina lips bulged prominently between her legs, glistening brightly in the reflected light.

“It’s, it’s... er, Josh.”

“What! Your parents called you Er Josh? Well okay then ‘Er’ Josh’, would you like to pass me a fresh, clean towel, or shall we both just stand here staring at each other?”

He stood there perplexed, his mind racing through some possibilities.

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Is it my birthday, a special occasion, or am I being pranked?
There’s one fucking hot naked babe standing in my shower, and I can’t think of any reason why.

Still with the table in his hands, he gestured toward a towel half lying on the floor, the other half draped over the toilet seat. 

“It’s over there.”

“What!” she exclaimed furrowing her brow, “that dirty towel lying on the floor! Do you expect me to dry myself with that filthy toilet rag?”

“That’s all I’ve got,” he said, still staring straight at her in disbelief.

“Okay then, Josh,” she sighed, “if that’s all you’ve got, pass it over to me... and for God sake, please close your mouth!”
 

He leaned over and passed the towel to her.

“Now would you like to move back slightly so that I can get out of the shower?”

“Oh... sorry, of course. What are you doing in my shower?”

“Are you complaining? Would you like me to leave?” she asked, flicking her long wet hair over her shoulder.

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“No no, you can stay. I was just wondering.”

“Well then, would you be polite enough to stop wondering and offer me a drink?”

“Yes, of course, what would you like to drink?”
 

An instant fear washed over him as he thought she might ask for a cup of tea, or something even more complicated to make. He did not know who she was, or what she was doing in his shower. She was stunningly beautiful and incredibly sexy. He wanted to impress her, but had no idea how. 

 

I’ve never made tea before, and I don’t think Ashley has any tea leaves in the cupboard either.

“I’ll have a beer please...”

Oh thank God. Now I pray she doesn’t ask for something to eat.

“...and do you have anything to eat?” she called out as he walked through to the kitchen.

Oh shit! I don’t want to sound stupid.

“Yes... what would you like to eat?”

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“Well, thank you for asking. I’ll have a lightly grilled crispy skin salmon fillet on a bed of buckwheat with a lemon wedge and a side of freshly chopped garden salad...”

That’s it; I’m dead. My chances with this girl have just plummeted to zero. I have no idea what she just said, let alone make that with food I don’t have.
 

“...and,” she continued, “in the event you don’t have that, I’ll have a whole-grain toasted ham cheese and tomato sandwich please.”
 

Fuck yes, I’m back in business! Perhaps Marsha down at the corner deli will know how to make a toasted sandwich.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he called out, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Are you stupid? I’m still standing here naked. As tempting as it may sound, it’s very unlikely I’m about to go for a walk down the street with nothing on.”

Josh hurried out the door, down the steps and across the road to the nearby deli.

“Marsha, Marsha,” he called out as he ran into the deli. “Do you know how to make a toasted sandwich?”

“Course I do, Josh, I serve them up all day long. The world doesn’t just revolve around sausage rolls and beer you know.”

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“Er, quick Marsha, give me two please,” he said beckoning with his hand across the counter.

“Don’t be silly, Josh; they take time to make.”

“I don’t have time. I need them now!”

“Do you want them on whole-grain or white bread?” 

“Er, white.”

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“You seem very flustered tonight, Josh. Did you put your finger in the electric socket again?” laughed Marsha, as she turned to butter the bread. “Do you want salt and pepper on both?”

“Yes yes, whatever, please hurry Marsha.”

“Just wait young man, the toasting machine is still warming up.”

“Warming up! I don’t have time for that. Can I change the order to two sausage rolls?”
“No, Josh, you can’t. I’ve already started making the toasted sandwiches, and anyway, you’d have to pay for them as well.”

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He couldn’t get his thoughts of the naked girl standing in his shower out of his head. He was in a desperate hurry to get back, as he didn’t want her to leave before he knew her name, or why she was there. He also hoped he might get a second look at her sexy naked body.

 

In his mind’s eye he could see her solid curved lines and smooth silk-like skin, which sent  tingles down his spine. As she stood facing him, he could see her beautiful long legs going all the way up to her clean hamburger vagina, which bulged prominently in the reflection of the shower light...

 

“Josh,” called Marsha

 

...her hard dark nipples glistened like pearls on her wet...
 

“Josh!” bellowed Marsha, “do you want me to heat two sausage rolls or not?”
“Er... um... no no, please hurry Marsha.” 

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Chapter 2:

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“What’s your name?” he asked after returning from the deli...
 

 

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