Leggings: Bed Knobs & Broomsticks!

Leggings: Bed Knobs & Broomsticks!

Woken at roughly, hard to tell time of 1:30 ish am. 2^st October, large helicopter or tractor, unknown male voice rough, to the waiting girls outside..

Later awoken again by same male voice shouting to a female upstairs (perhaps, sounds like Old Warty herself) around 5 am, “It's got to good enough to wake her, or they'll claim the game isn't fair!”

She demurred, “You got to give her something to go on, or it won't be interesting enough!”

“Yeah!” he said thinking things out, and then, “She won't get her money anyway, will she?”

“Shouldn't think so,” Old Warty declared, waving her world famous Porn bum at him, “Cos' we got it all! And, Germany has offered me a starring role in bum stamp week!”

“You're so much better a Queen than she would ever be,” He said happily, “I mean she won't even allow us a shot at her in the shower!”

“She was always said to be all brain!” she complained.

“Nothing is as good as your bum, that Bluddy Nusance!” he complained at a whisper, “Her remembering things about Dereham. She's got people!”

“Never mind, he's been clever enough so far,” she whispered back, “And she'll never get her things back! I've seen to it, myself.”

“It's her money we want now,” He continued forgetting to whisper. “And we've set people ready t'do the right thing all over town. Good people are such good fun!” An engine noise. Harsh, heavy, he was gone.

I blinked and got up. I couldn't sleep with all this going on. All because I'd taken a night off. They were a fiver without a fifth, and I wasn't going to be the fifth for anyone.

The TV has been terrible all day, channels with pixels flying apart and disintegrating around the screen. Their voices are coming from somewhere with a road outside, and cars parking near by. They are clear, even if they are mucking up the transmission from/to the TV.

All day long its been about three of them taking turns and also sliding off to do radio shows. Although I can't help except listen, I try not to take it all down. Or even personally.

Later on the rough man comes back, he is intent on causing mischief, he wants something... or someone... for something … that isn't mentioned. I don't think its good to be wanted at this point.

A girl is sent out. “Sorry,” she breathes at him, “There is nothing today!”

He moans. He doesn't like it. He points at her. She rushes back. Her father/Grandfather comes out, he again apologises for his lack of something to give him. The man moans at him again, and he says he'll be back tomorrow.

On the way back the two of them are talking. They have forgotten I can hear them.

She says, “Will he get rough tomorrow? Only I don't want to be here then!”

The older man replies, “I don't think he is the sort. It depends on what he's been told to do!”

“What are we going to do now?” she continues. “You could have given him the ones you took. The ones she'd know of!”

He sighed. “I didn't come into to this to be a murderer,” he confessed. “Nor did you. She is the only one with the sense not to play this game. They all went out to them.”

She said simply, “Well I would have handed them over!”

He said in a defeated tone, “Let's wait until it's quiet and let them go!”

“They won't manage far, and she won't help them!”

“We'll have to help a bit, or we'll get the whole blame for this!”

“Why did we get into this?”

“I owe too much!” he said, “I had to pay some way... or....”

“Do you think she heard us?” she asked. “I mean she's been quiet all day.”

“I suppose so,” he said, “It's not nothing she can do anything about. We've been targeting Professor Howe all day, we were hoping she'd do him!”

They walked faster and went through a door.