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  The dead psychiatrist from beyond the grave
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  by AgentX 3 months ago

  Byeeeee
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  by AgentX 3 months ago

  Welcome to the quiet place!
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  by AgentX 4 months ago

  Heavens these groups are quiet. At least there is no noise to disturb the writing!
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  by AgentX 4 months ago

  i have a piece in Magic Quill club that may be of interest
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  by norman normington 6 months ago

  Err is this the type of stuff?
  
  Back in the Royal Gun, Lenny and Nutter were having a quiet beer after the gym. They were waiting for another snout, a guy called Monty but no-one knew why he was called Monty he just was.
  He was an older ex villain, again recruited into the P Squad network; he had a good ear and was able to give Lenny titbits that proved very useful.
  The battered door swung open slowly and Monty entered. He always wore a suit, this one was dark green tweed, the cuffs shiny through lack of dry cleaning, his thin neck protruded through a filthy oversized shirt collar giving him the appearance of a tortoise peering out from its shell . His face was lined and grey, a nicotine stained pencil moustache completed the ensemble. He walked to the bar and gave a curt nod to Lenny and Nutter.
  Lenny could see him scraping in his change purse for enough for a scotch.
  Lenny called out to the bar tender. “On me Ted!”
  Monty looked round, nodded again. “Thank you son!” He said in a voice which sounded like he had been gargling broken glass all his life. He turned to TED. “Make it a double son!”
  Ted raised an eye brow in Lenny’s direction, Lenny smiled and nodded.
  Monty copped his whisky, peered down into the glass and looked up speculatively. “Err Ice?” He asked Ted.
  “Fuck off?” Ted replied deadpan.
  Monty smiled back. “No harm trying son! No harm trying. I dunno! What’s it like now? Can’t even get ice for me scotch!” He swigged the scotch deeply as if it were lemonade.
  “Yes! You’re very fucking trying!” Ted replied.
  “Charming!” Monty said. To no one in particular, “Get to my age and all you get is abuse, I bet you didn’t win the customer services award, did you son?”
  Ted laughed “Give us your glass you old fucker!” He said.
  Monty drained the glass in one go and passed it over.
  Ted put three whiskies into the glass and handed it back to Monty.
  Monty smiled wide revealing brown and broken teeth. “Thank you son, very kind, thank you! You’re a good lad, a rough diamond you are, yeah, rough diamond”
  Ted knew that although they ribbed Monty he was still from a large family and that family knew ‘how to take care of business’.
  He shuffled over to Nutter and Lenny. Lenny indicated him to sit.
  Slowly he lowered himself into the chair that was placed opposite Nutter and Lenny.
  Nodding first at Nutter he spoke, “Hello son, you alright? How’s your Mum?”
  “Pretty good Monty!” Nutter replied. “She’s still out and about getting plenty, had a threesome with two blokes last week and her DVD comes out soon you know the one? ‘Impossible insertions’”
  Lenny shook his head and Monty was outraged.
  “That’s your Mum you’re talking about son, your Mum! You shouldn’t joke about things like that son, its disrespectful, that’s what it is disrespectful...”
  “Twice disrespectful!” Lenny interrupted.
  Nutter spoke again. “Don’t go all prim and proper on me Monty; you know you wouldn’t mind a bit of my Mum!”
  Monty realising he was the butt of the joke again, sighed and sipped his scotch. “I tell you now son, at my age sectional intercourse is off the menu, all down there is good for is weeing....anyway you shouldn’t joke about your Mum like that, not right it is son, not right, yeah, not right!”
  Lenny broke in or it could be a long night.
  “Monty, Monty, what have you got for us, if its crap I want the money for my scotch back!”
  “And if you want my Mum to suck your cock, you’d better make it good.” Nutter added to outrage Monty further.
  Lenny cast Nutter a side long glance. “For fucks sake, Nutter!”
  He grunted. Nutter grinned back as Monty started again.
  “Stop it son, its disrespectful, that’s what it is, disrespectful!”
  Lenny took out a roll of money. “Monty speak to me; tell me what the spirits have to tell us!” He intoned like he was at a séance.
  Monty leant forward to be closer.
  “Russian bloke and his brother, bringing in girls from Asia and Russia,
  treating ‘em terrible and using ‘em until they’re done in then sells ‘em on to other blokes, nasty bloke, they reckon he’s killed some as well, he’s above a shop down long lane, its a brothel only just opened it up he has!”
  Lenny spoke. “Is he there as well Monty?”
  “Yeah! They reckon he come down from Leeds, other firms making his life difficult up there!”
  Nutter asked. “How long has he been down here Monty?”
  “I dunno son! But less than a year, he ain’t made many friends but does well business wise! Some of the locals had a pop at him and that but he dealt with them, You know villainy ain’t what it used to be is it son, you know we knew where we stood and it was a good screw of you could do the time, but now I dunno son, yeah, now I dunno”
  “Is it just him and his brother?”
  “Well son, I don’t know, but I would say he’d have a few boys on the payroll!”
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  by norman normington 6 months ago

  Or am I missing the point about adult...
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  by norman normington 6 months ago

  I am doing a cop's type thing, in which swearing and explicit references abound, is that adult fiction?
  Or is it very juvenile of me?
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  by helen 7 months ago

  hi all, ive written an "adult" fiction... its erotic fiction... need help!! have no idea what to do with... its 250,000 words and im 35,000 words into book 2... HELP!!!!!
  
  Helen xx