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Chelle
replied cockily. Michelle rarely gave it the big-'un indoors.
She was far too scared that Terry would walk out the door
and not come back. Things changed, though, as soon as she
met up with her gym pals. As soon as Chelle was in their
company, her personality changed completely. She liked to
give it the big-'un, make out she wore the trousers and ruled
the roost. Instead of looking cool, she made herself look
incredibly stupid. A complete prat in fact.
    Terry sat quietly, sipping his JD and Coke, surveying
the situation. The karaoke had now started and Benny
had been the first one to get up singing with his rendition
of 'Mack the Knife'. Terry smiled to himself whilst
weighing up the women around him.
    Lisa was a typical Dave-type of bird. Blonde, young,
tarty, she was as common and as thick as two short planks.
He'd only just moved his last bird out a few weeks before
he'd met Lisa, then within a month he'd moved her in.
Davey Boy was one of these blokes who hated living on
his own and Terry had lost count of the amount of birds
he'd had living with him over the years. The one thing
they all had in common was that they were all in their
twenties, brainless and dressed like whores. Terry glanced
around at the rest of the table.
    Hazel Short, Terry had quite a lot of time for. He'd
known her old man Stan quite well and knew that Hazel
had been the brains behind Stan's bollocks. She was well
clued up, was Hazel, and definitely no man's fool. Stan
had been dead for years now and Hazel's fortune just
went on growing and growing.
    Suzie Robinson, Terry wasn't quite so sure about. She
came across as pleasant enough but he'd always hated her
current old man Richie, so he had his reservations about
her.
    Julie Beale frightened Terry more than any woman he'd
ever met in his lifetime. He'd always imagined that she'd
been born a boy, had her bollocks chopped off, took
hormone tablets, grown tits and overnight had renamed
herself Julie. He knew that for years she'd plied her trade
at the local wash-and-wank shop, and he couldn't believe
that any man could be that desperate to want to fuck
someone that looked like Giant Haystacks with tits.
    'Right, can I have Michelle and the gang up on stage
please.'
    'Come on, girls, that's us,' Chelle said excitedly,
galloping towards the karaoke.
    'You all right, Dad?' Billie noticed her father sitting
alone at the table and decided to join him. She had been
standing with a couple of girls and a crowd of lads near
the stage, but as soon as she'd seen her mother and her
friends leap up there, she'd decided to make a quick exit.
Scott, whom she'd been talking to, was a nice lad and
she didn't want to have to explain that the fat drunken
woman on stage was her mother.
    'I'm all right, Bill. You having a good time, girl? Who
are them lads you were standing with?'
    'I know one of them from school, Dad, but the one
with the short blond hair that I've been chatting to is
Scott. He's a really nice boy. He's seventeen and has a
really good job up town. He's asked me to go to the
pictures next week, do you mind if I go, Dad?'
    'I want to have a look at him first, Princess. Bring him
over, so I can vet him and if I like the look of him, you
can go. Deal?'
    'Yes, deal. I know you'll like him, Dad, he's really
nice.'
    After absolutely murdering Diana Ross's 'Baby Love',
Chelle and her pals went on to crucify 'Young Hearts
Run Free', followed by 'Leader of the Pack'. Karaoke
Kevin, who was a student by day and did his night-time
job to pay for his education, had now had a gutful of the
four women standing on the stage who refused to leave.
    'Now come on, girls, you must get off the stage. Other
people are waiting to have a turn.'
    'Shut up, you mug, and give us the mike back,' Kevin
heard one of the girls say. He really didn't need this shit.
All of the lads he roomed with from uni had jobs working
in Tesco or Sainsbury's to earn a bit of pocket money.
Kevin decided there and then that he was selling