“wait for bloody tram, that’s a fucking mile drop down there.”
May pissed herself at the thought. “Right, this goes here,” Ernie wrapped a thick wide leather belt around her waist,
“And this goes over yer head” Ernie produced a strange array of straps and buckles to fit around her head, like a bridle, he produced a metal bar. Indian xxx Ernie looked at her feet and removed her street clogs and lashed Pit clogs, with proper nails for grip, on to her feet. “Hows that lass, gee thee looks champion.”
She blushed, she was not used to such sweet small talk so she opened her legs wide in case he wanted a fuck or something. Ernie led the way, “There’s pit head baths, the gets a bath Christmas eve before Christmas holiday.” and they stopped at shaft where Shaft Captain checked her papers. The world slowly turned crimson and green, Stan saw her confusion.
