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Kieran Borsden
“You’re not looking too well, butt,” Damien remarked. “An educated observation, Dami,” Rob responded. “It’s all gone arse-over-tit.” “How do you mean?” Jarrod interjected. “They’re gone boys,” Rob sobbed, “my girls.” A moment of silence passed. For Damien, this was an interesting situation. When Rob and Angelique first got together, their combined usage alone could have kept him in business. Now that there was a child involved that was no longer so, but a depressed Rob, after an argument or one of their mini bust-ups, was a heavy user and thus also a prime customer. It was sad that she’d run off with the baby, but business is business. “I’ve got some new phet, butt, better than this gear,” he pushed, “the regulars are calling it ‘the madman’.” Rob’s eyebrows twitched. Damien progressed to cut another three lines, his attempt at sweetening the proposition. In his mind it was a simple seduction, use a little to get the mood right, then make arrangements for a more unremitting stimulation. “How much?” Rob asked. “I’ll get you some,” Damien replied, beaming on the inside, “then we’ll sort that out.”