“The police!” Kuptar protested and then Mrs Kuptar turned up in her nightie to see what was up, a short nightie about nine inches above her knee, loads of cleavage totally different to the tent she wore in the shop. “You could,” she said. Xxx vedio “Right,” I agrees, totally confused, “Now what?”
“Talk to the cunt,” Nobby says. “What the fuck for/” I asked. “Fifty?” she says. “Don’t be an idiot all your life Imran,” Amina says, “Where is he?”
“He has gone, they have gone, everyone has gone, just Papa and me and you left.” he said. “Amina enough!” Kuptar snapped. “It’s a fucking bomb factory you dopey cunts,” I says and I saw the bearded fucker move like he had ideas about drawing a gun or summat, anyway the towel was off and I smacked that fucker right in the chops with the splined end of the half shaft, he screamed like a stuck pig and fell off of his chair. “No!” Kuptar shouted, “Imran no!”
Imran had the Kalashnikov in his hand, only bit of luck was he didn’t know the safety was off and he stuck it back on by mistake, I swung the half shaft at him, clang I reckon it put a dent in that Kalashnikov barrel anway he dropped it like it was red hot and then all the other fuckers was legging it, they pinned poor old Nobby against
