I passed it back to Mick who accepted it with thanks. The punk bar, Jenny’s favourite, was stuck away down a backstreet, flanked by a massage parlour (“The most beautiful ladies in town!” promised the neon sign above the non-descript door) and a fairly busy kebab shop. Porn video Normally it just hung loose but as she was planning on going out she now stood before me with her hair carefully gelled up and standing in a mohawk, eight bright pink spikes of hair, each almost a foot in height, running down the centre of her head. Still, she was a wild babe. I admired the tattoos on her back; the big Celtic one at the base of her spine and the huge black-and-red rose on her upper-back.
