There was once a little girl, aged 5. She

There was once a little girl, aged 5. She was always wanting to spend time with her mother and one day her mother decided she would move away and leave the girl with her nan

the little girl was very heartbroken and couldnt understand why her mother didnt want to spend time with her

but the mother was two busy in the clubs with her new boyfriend

she was at the club dancing on the floor with a smirnoff in her hand

and a different man on each arm grinding up and down them,

until his palms where soft and smelt like organic material, so he

rubbed them on the head of the kid with buzzcut sitting in front of him. He sniffed his palms again and was satisfied

whatever that smell had been, it was now gone. For just a moment, he felt bad for the kid. He had his own problems and musky hands had been the least of them. He put on his game

of televised Chutes and Ladders and sunk into his faux denim bean bag chair. He opened a fresh Miller Lite (the kind in that fancy new vortex bottle) with his musky hands and