Shell-like.

I took H&J to the beauty parlour with five others girls. They went in looking innocent, gorgeous, fresh faced beauties. They emerged after a couple of hours looking Like tarts even more beautiful.

They're all upstairs squealing now. They're sleeping over. Was I pissed up in a good mood when I agreed to this?

They'll be alcohol. Copious amounts. Intravenous. To me. Obviously. I aren't wasting a drop on them.


This by the way is a snail. Not one of the kids.