DIARY OF A TEENAGE MILKMAN

“You dirty little bastard, can you still smell her pussy on your fingers, do you think I didn’t notice the happy birthday written on these tenners ?” I was caught, he’d figured out more than I was willing to disclose. I had to think quickly, how was I going to get out of this? He might be daft but he wasn’t stupid. I quickly searched my brain for a way out of this predicament, there didn’t seem to be one, nothing plausible that he would buy. In the end I didn’t need to come up with one, he provided it for me, “I know who it was, it was that dirty bitch Alison from ********? She is a filthy whore, she’ll fuck any yank for a few drinks.” He seemed pleased with his deduction, I wasn’t but it was a way out even if she did happen to be Linda’s younger daughter, it was a bit too close to the truth but if I was honest there was nobody else on my route he’d believe to be responsible for my pussy flavoured fingers, besides, if I denied it then Linda would be his next guess! I bit the bullet and pleaded with him not to tell anyone, he’d forgotten all about the money which had he thought about it would have driven a tank through his theory.