50 Shades of Mt Druitt
Chapter 1…
Even though he only had one tattoo I yearned him to fill the lonely hours between Dr Phil and days of our lives. as he approached me with his pasty white arms hanging out of a Nike vest,his smile told me it was dole day, and I knew my velour track suit would be hanging off the lampshade tonight. As I stood in line at centrelink, thinking up reasons why I can't work, a sweet smell drifted past my pig like nostrils. It was a mixture of weed, sweat and lynx Africa! I turned and there he was Dwayne, with his pants halfway down his arse,our eyes met and he was soon lifting me onto the wheelie bins behind the Rec Centre. He had already tied his staffy to a post in an alleyway so we would not be disturbed. There was a tramp watching but it did not bother us, just added to the mystery. I knew then that this was love and my life would never be the same again. I made a promise to him there and then that I would buy him a plasma with the baby bonus.....
50 Shades of Mount Druitt ,....
Chapter Two...
The next time I saw him it was a dark and stormy night. I had walked in the rain along Luxford Road to the station, my hair dripping wet and my ugg boots a little damp. He climbed out of his mates’ Tarago van wearing his best gear, white Canterb...ury pants and a Henley hoodie. We locked eyes as the van drove off and I was already thinking about how he would remove my Supre top. He always had the sweetest things to say like how pretty I looked with my smudged blue eyeshadow, what an awesome chic I was and that I was far better than his last two roots. We slid quietly underneath the platform stairwell, carelessly kicking an empty goon sac out of our way. Only a few Indian men on their way to work passed us by unnoticed. The sound of syringes jangling together in his pocket was like sweet music as the smell of Tabu and crystal meth filled the air. After we were done I made several promises, and even though the children might not all belong to him, we would fill our dream
Even though he only had one tattoo I yearned him to fill the lonely hours between Dr Phil and days of our lives. as he approached me with his pasty white arms hanging out of a Nike vest,his smile told me it was dole day, and I knew my velour track suit would be hanging off the lampshade tonight. As I stood in line at centrelink, thinking up reasons why I can't work, a sweet smell drifted past my pig like nostrils. It was a mixture of weed, sweat and lynx Africa! I turned and there he was Dwayne, with his pants halfway down his arse,our eyes met and he was soon lifting me onto the wheelie bins behind the Rec Centre. He had already tied his staffy to a post in an alleyway so we would not be disturbed. There was a tramp watching but it did not bother us, just added to the mystery. I knew then that this was love and my life would never be the same again. I made a promise to him there and then that I would buy him a plasma with the baby bonus.....
50 Shades of Mount Druitt ,....
Chapter Two...
The next time I saw him it was a dark and stormy night. I had walked in the rain along Luxford Road to the station, my hair dripping wet and my ugg boots a little damp. He climbed out of his mates’ Tarago van wearing his best gear, white Canterb...ury pants and a Henley hoodie. We locked eyes as the van drove off and I was already thinking about how he would remove my Supre top. He always had the sweetest things to say like how pretty I looked with my smudged blue eyeshadow, what an awesome chic I was and that I was far better than his last two roots. We slid quietly underneath the platform stairwell, carelessly kicking an empty goon sac out of our way. Only a few Indian men on their way to work passed us by unnoticed. The sound of syringes jangling together in his pocket was like sweet music as the smell of Tabu and crystal meth filled the air. After we were done I made several promises, and even though the children might not all belong to him, we would fill our dream