UK Council Estate Slags Vol.1: Part Three
We sat on the edge of Tracey’s bed. Her room was twice the size of Kerry’s and the bed was of generous proportions, king-sized I guessed… to fit her busty bulk and whoever else was lucky enough to sleep with her! Yet there was no evidence of a man in the room, everything was girlie and frilly but looked old and worn. Cigarette smoke had yellowed the peeling wallpaper and the dirty bleached drape which covered the front window. In front of us was an old battered TV and VHS player on top of a second hand wooden table. I guessed she spent most of her day lying in, watching all sorts of trash. Videos were stacked on the TV and I looked for old porn but all I could see was ‘Chippendales…Live’ and the …