Old Lady Consoles Beaten Up Young Man(18) - Kirstie Taylor - ebook

18-year-old Scott finds out that the love of an old lady can be far stronger than the hatred of violent yobs in this hot little story for lovers of older and younger. All characters and terms including 'boy' 'lad' and 'girl' refer to people age 18 and over. This book contains explicit sexual material and is for adults only.

Ebooka przeczytasz w aplikacjach Legimi na:

czytnikach certyfikowanych
przez Legimi

Liczba stron: 19

Odsłuch ebooka (TTS) dostepny w abonamencie „ebooki+audiobooki bez limitu” w aplikacjach Legimi na:



Kirstie Taylor

© 2013 Kirstie Taylor

First Edition

The author asserts the moral right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. All Rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrievable system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the author, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

Cover Image © Martina Osmy/123rf.com

This story is not attributed to the cover model. The cover is an illustration for viewing only and there is no association with the model and the story.

All characters and terms including ‘boy’ ‘lad’ and ‘girl’ refer to people age 18 and over.

Old Granny Pearson was walking through the park one sunny afternoon when she saw this lad sitting on a bench. It looked like he’d been crying and when she took a closer look she noticed he had a black eye.

“Who’s done that to you?”

At first he didn’t want to talk to her. He bowed his head.

Old Granny Pearson wasn’t going to leave him like that; she just wasn’t that kind of person. She sat down next to him. He stood up but she pulled him back down again.

“Are you not going to tell me what happened then? Been fighting over a girl, have you?”

The black eyed lad looked at the caring/interfering old lady.

“Got into a fight with these Mendip lads.”

The old lady put her fingers on his forehead and took a closer look at his eye.

“You’ll live.”

She opened her handbag and took out a packet of sweets.

“Mint imperial?”

“I’d rather have a can of lager.”

“I don’t think I’ve got any of those in my bag. Anyway, you’re not old enough to drink.”

“I’m 18.”

“Oh, well I still haven’t got any cans in my handbag. Mint imperial?”

“Go on then.”

He took one out of the packet. She gave him the whole packet.

“Here. Have the lot. I can’t stand mint imperials.”

He gave her a funny look, took the mint imperials off her and stuffed them in his pocket.

“So you’ve been fighting, have you?”

He sucked on his mint imperial.

“If I’d have been there,” the old lady continued, “I’d have given ‘em what they deserve. The bastards.”