The old womens’ wrath was soon augmented by their daughters’. The dissatisfaction with Montrose’s limpness in the bedroom had unfortunately chosen to manifest itself collectively, and all his girls descended upon the bakery. Realising they had one thing in common – Montrose’s infidelity, religious and sexually – Montrose soon found himself under a battering of bread, as his substandard produce was lobbed at him by the women in his life.
Handbags and heels quickly followed, all of which were rather more purposeful in their cause than under baked bread. The ambulance soon arrived.
As Montrose was carried on his stretcher, he caught sight of the blonde ponytail dripping down the lead paramedic’s back; he then savoured her arse. Already giddy from being hoisted up so quickly from the ground, he felt a more reassuring rise take place.
He knew he would have no problems in the kitchen once Easter was over with.
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