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Commode With her plastic smile in place, the TV weathergirl verifies that which He already knew. Sky News and the BBC had already told Him what to expect, but He couldn’t do anything; not until He’d heard her – her with the luscious breasts and peachy arse - say the words. Only she could confirm that now was the time. ‘The heavy rain falling across the country is expected to remain all day’. Grinning, He turns from the TV and faces the wardrobe. Inside hangs the uniform He has worn so many times before and will now wear again. Outside, His ideal weather thrashes against all it touches, drowning God’s children in heaven’s tears. * He waits. In a car stolen from the out-of-town Supermarket’s car park, He waits, biding His time. A silver BMW leaning against the kerb – nothing too expensive but flash enough to provide the right type of illusion... |
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