Junie Dent was thirty-two, looked thirty-five and fancied herself as nineteen. Five foot two and ten stone, she had inordinately small hands and feet. Her hair was long, permed and shiny, her breasts were huge, and all her own. She suffered from a large belly, but in a nice tight girdle she thought she looked very good. She had been Danny Simmonds’s mistress for five years. Since Danny’s son had been knocked off his bike by a hit-and-run driver, she had gradually come to realise that she could finally get him off his wife. Lorraine was now off her shopping trolley, as Danny so succinctly put it.

As she was pushed up against the wall of her tiny hallway, holding in her belly as best she could, feeling Danny’s hands pulling open her dressing gown and grabbing at her breasts, she resigned herself to the inevitable. Danny was six two, and seventeen stone. He held her up against the wall with his hips, and she bit on her lip as he thrust his erect member inside her.

Rubbing her large breasts, he talked filth into her ear for two minutes before he said throatily, ‘I’m coming, girl, I’m fucking nearly there.’

She looked into his face and went into her usual routine. ‘Come on, Danny boy, give it to me. Go on, Danny, really shove it up me, hurt me!’ Interspersed with little moans.

Danny shuddered inside her, and for a split second Junie was frightened that he’d let her fall down on to the hall carpet, but Danny kept his grip on her as his legs gave way under him.

‘Fuck me, June, that’s what I call emptying the old chain locker!’

Junie smiled. ‘Put me down, Danny boy, before you drop me.’

He lowered her gently to the ground. Walking to the bathroom, he smiled at her. ‘I’ll just wash me tackle and then I’d better be off. Not bad, eh? Twice in two hours.’

Junie followed him into the bathroom. Putting her small hands on to his shoulders, she ironed out imaginary creases with the palms.

‘I love you, Danny. You know that, don’t you?’

Turning from the sink, he zipped up his trousers. The funny thing was, he knew she really did love him. In her own way - the same way that he loved her. Her large blue eyes were bright with unshed tears, and for the first time in months Danny felt a flicker of real emotion.

‘Come here, girl, give us a cuddle.’

As he held her against him he marvelled at how short she was. Even though, in the eyes of the world, she was a hefty bird. To him she was still petite. After all, he had seven stone on her.