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one it was there, not even Dave. He
trusted Dave more than life itself, but in this day and age
you could never be too careful. Money did strange things
to people.
    The minute he walked out the door, Chelle would find
herself the best brief money could buy. She would then
try and cane him for every penny he had. Terry was as
sure of this as he was sure the Pope prayed. He knew
he'd have to cough up a large pay-off settlement for her,
but considering the fat lazy bitch had never done a day's
work in her life, there was no way he was letting her get
her mitts on anything she didn't know about. Terry couldn't
wait until his life consisted of just him, Billie and Jade.
In his eyes, that day couldn't come quick enough.

THREE
    'Well, Dad, how do I look?'
    Terry turned around to face his daughter and sighed
inwardly. For the first time in his life, he saw his daughter
as a young woman, instead of a child. She looked
absolutely stunning, but instead of being pleased Terry
felt a wave of dread wash over him as he realised his
little baby, who he thought would look like a little girl
for ever, had shot up a few inches overnight, sprouted
breasts and had turned into a right little cracker.
    If Terry could have had his way, he'd have kept her in
bunches and ankle socks until she was at least twenty-one.
He knew deep down that he had to let Billie grow
up, but the thing that worried him was the thought of
grown men lusting after her. She looked so much older
than her tender fifteen years, and he'd personally mutilate
anyone over the age of twenty-one who even dared
to look at her in a sexual way.
    Swallowing his thoughts, he smiled at her. 'You look
lovely, Bill, really lovely.'
    Billie walked up to him and gave him a big hug. She
knew her dad hated her growing up and had been expecting
him to throw a fit over the adult-looking outfit she was
wearing. A fitted dress, high-heeled shoes, lipstick and
mascara would normally send her dad into a frenzy.
Thankfully, today he seemed quite calm.
    'Right, I'm ready, do I look all right?' Michelle sauntered
into the room in a black trouser suit, matched with
leopard skin bag, shoes and hat.
    'You look really nice, Mum, doesn't she, Dad?'
    Terry glanced at his daughter and admired the fact that
she was such a good liar. Looking his wife up and down,
he chose to be polite. 'You look nice, Chelle.'
    In fact, in all honesty, he'd seen her look a damn sight
worse. Due to her weight gain, Chelle normally looked
like a bundle of shit tied up ugly. This outfit, which had
set him back three hundred quid from a boutique in
Loughton, kind of flattered her.
    Terry smiled at his wife and daughter. 'Ready to make
tracks then?'
    'Yep,' they both replied in unison.
    Angie Smith became Mrs Bones at two o'clock that afternoon
at Langtons Register Office in Hornchurch. The
evening reception was being held in a function room in
Upminster and another hundred guests were expected to
join in the celebrations. Albie Bones was Benny's younger
brother. Angie would be wife number four.
    Terry stood at the bar with Davey Mullins, chatting
to a couple of blokes who owned a car site in Brentwood.
Auctions were the topic of conversation and Terry was
bored shitless by the two Larry Largenuts he and Dave
were lumbered with. Excusing themselves, Terry and
Dave headed to the toilets. Avoiding the bar like the
plague on the way back, they decided to join the girls.
    'All right, ladies? Enjoying yourselves are you?'
    Before anyone had a chance to acknowledge them,
Chelle piped up. 'You all know my husband, don't you,
girls? The one and only Charlie Bigbananas. Two hours
I've been sitting here and he's only just bothered to come
and talk to me and see if I'm all right.'
    Terry gave his wife a pitying look. 'Don't start, Chelle,
not tonight. I'm tired, Billie's here and I'm really not in
the mood for your fucking antics. Your eyes are rolling,
how much you had to drink?'
    'I've only had a few. Keeping tabs on me are you?'