Sharon was laughing, imagining Ray’s face if she told him she was going clubbing. She said as much to Gerry and when Gerry didn’t laugh with her, Sharon understood that it actually wasn’t funny at all. She rarely went out without Ray, and that was something that had just occurred to her.

‘Do you know what, Gerry? Let’s do it.’

Gerry was grinning now as she said saucily, ‘Might find yourself a bloke!’

Sharon flapped her hand in embarrassment and said sadly, ‘Who would fucking want me at my age?’

Gerry shook her head as she answered her seriously, ‘You would be surprised, girl. It’s a different world out there now and women have as much right as men to do what they want.’

Sharon had moved from Lenny straight to Ray and she had never really ‘gone out’ as such. She had been in a relationship since she was thirteen years old. It was a sobering thought.

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty

Chrissie Jennings was twenty-two and built like a Playboy model. Although she was not the most intelligent girl that had ever walked the earth, she possessed a shrewdness that belied her years, and she saw herself and Ray Donovan as the lovers of the century. She liked his foreign good looks and his big cock; and it was big, there was no doubting that. He was hung like a fucking horse and she was relishing that fact.

She climbed off him and lay beside him, happy that she had given him the fuck of a lifetime. She knew exactly how to fuck; it was second nature to her. Great sex was what would get her what she wanted. It didn’t occur to her that the women men fantasised about and the women they married were two different things. She was, after all, as thick as paint.

Ray lit a joint and toked on it deeply. Now he had fucked Chrissie she held no real interest for him any more.

Chrissie snuggled into him and did her usual little-girl laugh and baby talk as she said happily, ‘That was the best ever!’

Ray extricated himself from her arms expertly as he said, ‘I’m sure you have said that on more than one occasion, Chrissie. But it won’t wash with me, sweetheart.’

Chrissie might not have been the Brain of Britain but she knew when she was being mugged off. After all, this would not be the first time she had been unceremoniously dumped by a man she was fucking. She stood up, naked and sure of her allure. She did have a killer body – no one could dispute that – and she knew how to use it as well.

‘You can’t treat me like shit!’

Ray Donovan laughed then – a real, genuine laugh at her antics.