Okay, this here's the update, which i'm uploading at school, because i'm cool like that xD Just a short one, i'm afraid! I should update on Sunday !

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The Dragon and the Rose

Chapter Nineteen

Fat Girls and Sex Lives

Comet was pretty busy with people browsing the aisles for TVs, stereos and game consoles. 'Why are we 'ere again?' asked Dave, following Swill around.

'To buy a TV for Libby.'

'Why?'

'To make us be closer and shit.'

'Wouldn't flowers work?' Dave asked, pausing to look at a wide screen.

'Nah. A TV would be much better.'

'You 'ave a perfectly good one at home,' Dave reminded him, as they entered a room just full of TVs.

'Yeah, but it don't 'ave HD or any of that shit.' They came to a stop beside a sofa, a fat teenage girl sat in the middle of it. She was stuffing her face with Malteasers, one after the other after the other. Swill stared at her in disgust as she continually ate the chocolate, her mouth open and sloppy.

'Don't stare,' urged Dave, trying not to laugh.

'That's fucking disgusting!' Swill said, loud enough for a couple near by to look up. The girl didn't seem to notice. ''Ave you ever heard of manners? Close your mouth, you dirty cow.'

Dave burst out laughing, shoving Swill forward. 'Choose a fucking TV and tormenting the children.'

'She ain't a child; she's a fucking beast,' he muttered, glancing back. 'I can 'ear her chewing from 'ere. At least we taught our daughter how to eat properly…' he trailed off. 'Now, she is gorgeous,' he breathed. Dave frowned, looking around.

'Who?'

'No, that!' He tugged Dave's sleeve, pointing at one of the TV's. It was a plasma screen, black, 40'' with built-in free-view and HD. 'Imagine the footie on that!'

'It's nice,' Dave agreed. 'But look at the fucking price.'

'I'm married to Libby remember. Price don't matter.'

Dave paused, and then nodded. 'C'mon; let's order it.'

'Yeah, and escape before she eats us,' Swill added, looking back at the girl who was now slobbing over her fingers. He gave a shudder.

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Libby and Lucy were sat in Libby's back garden, watching as Charlie and Jenny played about on the swing and slide set.

'Can I ask you something?' Libby said after a moment.

'Sure,' Lucy replied, watching as Charlie climbed to the top of the slide and went down backwards.

'Is your sex life boring?' Lucy thought for a moment, before answering.

'I'm a married woman with a five year old boy who keeps asking what vaginas are. While I'm trying to think of an answer to that, I'm cooking, cleaning and sleeping at the same time, while Bov goes to the Abbey to 'ave fun with the guys.'

There was a pause, before Libby replied. 'Is that a yes, then?'

'That's a yes.'

'Heh, unlucky.' Libby flashed her best friend a grin, before picking up her can of coke and taking a sip.

'Why d'ya ask?'

Libby shrugged. 'It just seems like me and Swill don't have the same amount of sex now. I mean… we used to do it loads.'

'You're telling me,' Lucy muttered. Lib frowned at her.

'Meaning?'

'Well, when you and Swill first started dating, there wasn't a day when I didn't walk in on you both; the stairs, the kitchen table, the living room floor. Maybe you're both maturing and don't need it as much as you used to.'

Libby felt into thoughtful silence.

'Maybe I should spice things up then.'

'You can try,' Lucy shrugged, watching as Jenny clambered onto the swing, squealing in delight when Charlie began to push her.

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Tegan's house was empty, apart from Rhys. He crept into the house, shutting the door quietly behind him and pocketing the key.

Heading up the stairs, he glanced around, before going into the bedroom. He knew exactly where she'd keep her money; in the jewelry box their mum had given her as a girl. She always hid everything in there.

He moved over to the drawers it was sat on and opened it up. The music played quietly, a ballerina twirling daintily. He pulled the top off, reaching in for the hidden compartment at the bottom.

It had about £90 in notes stashed away. He pocketed it all.

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