Hank still appeared bewildered and asked for a further explanation which Bill was more than happy to supply. All they had to do was convince Claire that someone or a group of people were having sex with the bodies stored in the hospital mortuary. She would then print her expose and they could then denounce her, somehow. Hank pondered the idea for a while and finally came to realise that it was the best that they had came up with all night and time was of the essence so a decision had to be made; “Great idea mate, I am off home now to sleep on it and I’ll meet you in the Stoke tomorrow 12:00 to work out the finer details”, and with that he was gone leaving Bill in a state of anti-climax. A little dejected Bill climbed the stairs to the bedroom only to find Rosey awake and in an accommodating frame of mind. Together they lowered the head of the bed and secured his ankles to the end, to stop him from slipping off. This was the only way they found that they could have sex safely after his extension, the slope of the bed keeping just enough blood flowing to his brain to stop him from passing out. After a good half hour of fun Rosey was satisfied and put the bed back to rights, Bill being too light headed to help her. So he drifted off into a contented sleep and had particularly vivid dreams, mostly to do with corpses and cold steel tables.
The next morning he awoke and reached across the bed for his beloved only to find she was already up and about, he could hear her pottering about in the kitchen. Rosey had indeed sprung out of bed like a young gazelle that morning. Things were looking alright domestically for a change and she intended to make the most of it. After all had not she heard Bill sticking up for her the previous night against his best mate and they had had sex without him passing out or instructions being shouted from the sidelines. She determined to make it a special day and what better way to start it than to serve him breakfast in bed? Not just any breakfast either, she was going to do the full ish, sausage, bacon, egg, fried bread, mushrooms, black pudding, toast, marmalade, fresh orange juice and a pot of coffee. Wearing nothing but a smile on her face she entered the bedroom with a flourish and layed the tray on his lap.
“What’s all this then?” he asked, staring at the feast before him and then looking closely for her reaction.
“Oh nothing love, I just wanted to treat you after last night, I want you to know how much I love you and that I never want to lose you.” A dark shadow passed over his face but soon passed as the smell of his breakfast wafted up to him. As he started eating Rosey slowly began stroking his member but had to stop when he complained of getting a little light headed. She hadn’t brought any breakfast up for herself and instead just sat watching him, something that he found quite disconcerting after a while. “What are you looking at sweetheart?” he asked as casually as possible thinking back to the previous nights conversation.
“Just you darling came the reply,” its good to see you with a healthy appetite, my man the great lover, you will have to keep your strength up you know.”
Now starting to genuinely worry Bill asked her to fetch the salt and pepper and whilst she was downstairs looked about frantically for somewhere to dump his food. The only place near to hand was his porn drawer in his bedside cabinet. He quickly scraped most of the remainder of his breakfast into it just before she returned with the condiments. “Oh you’re nearly finished already” she said, “would you like me to make you some more?” She was thinking that he was a bit of a greedy bastard and luckily he declined any further food but still managed to finish off what was on his plate with ease. The rest of the morning was strange to say the least. Bill seemed a bit wary of her and although they did not argue she was surprised to be a little relieved when he announced that he had to go and see Hank at the Stoke. It certainly wasn’t the day that she had envisaged in the morning but she realised that things would not change overnight and that she would just have to be patient, they had definitely made progress.
The two lads got settled in the pub and went over their options. Obviously they would need someone to play a corpse and then at least one person to pretend to be shagging a corpse, the latter proving no difficulty at all; they both simultaneously thought of Big gay Al, a killick stoker they had drank with on numerous occasions. Al revelled in his reputation as the biggest deviant in NATO. He claimed that there was nothing he would not do to enhance this reputation. Bill was unsure whether Al would perform just to get Hank out of trouble so they decided to tell Al that they were producing a porn movie and needed him for the starring role. This was bound to appeal to the exhibitionist in him, they even gave the film a title; “Stiffing the Stiffs”. Now all they needed was someone to play a corpse. Hank suggested Rosey as he felt that she was a natural and wouldn’t need to act but Bill was worried that she might feel used so they decided to hire a couple of whores. So off they set for Millbay road to find their lead actress and possibly an understudy. Again the general consensus was that they would say they were producing a porn movie and see where that got them. Finding suitable candidates proved more difficult than expected. Most of the whores knew the two of them from A/E and were dubious of trusting them, several to Hanks surprise had particularly low opinions of Bill, muttering about unpaid debts and lack of promised morphine, something Hank thought he would look into later. Having had no luck the duo set off for home. On the way they were accosted by an old hag who offered twos up for a fiver and when they declined dropped her price to a cigarette. On closer examination she proved perfect for their needs, she already looked like a zombie, about seventy years old, barely able to stand and with a pallor that would make an albino look positively tanned. All that remained was to audition her. A heated discussion then followed as neither wanted to be her leading male so they settled it in the only fair way; scissors, paper, stone. Hank lost which was probably just as well because they had no way of tilting Bill to ensure that he didn’t pass out. So back to Hanks flat they went, Dora the whore delighted to be travelling in a taxi for the first time in her life.
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