I never lie,I protested.
But can I believe that? You don’t look so innocent to me
That may be because I am  a hooker.
A truthful hooker
And what are you? A man of virtue paying for a woman.
I’m looking for material for a book.
I thought they were written on paper.
Blimey,I thought I was on the spectrum
No, it’s my sofa bed, so handy for my job
Why not train for something?
Aha, go to University?
Don’t mock me
I see you are no masochist
No man has kissed, that is true
How mean! They might be kinder.
What , in this post modern era
I can’t hear anything
Do you mean anyone?
What do you mean?
I can’t express it in words.
But you seem  so bright.
It’s just like I swallowed  Wikipedia
That is hard to digest
Well,it gives me a chance to learn  by reading it when men are in bed with me
Do they not mind?
It’s my mind!
But it’s in your body
Whereabouts?
That’s  like asking where God is
Make a start by asking where God is not.
He’s not in Britain.That’s not hard to see
But would we recognise him?
I can’t imagine it.
But he can
Is that true?
Would I lie?

If you plan to make love in the night time
If you plan to make love in the day
Have you got medicine near you?
Where is your GNT spray?

How off putting it  is with a lover
If the pain hits you when you have kissed
Grab hold of that spray and  then use it
Under your tongue is the best

I hope it won’t happen tomorrow
For I am getting married at last
What will the bridegroom  be thinking
If I lie down on the floor  and then gasp?

His mother is 90 on Sunday
She’s glad he has got a new wife
I hope I   can  treat her politely
Without sacrificing my life

300 mg of aspirin
Are stashed in my  handbag so white
As well as my  Nokia smartphone
My book and  a candle to light

But God may decide I am ready
To join in his  games up above
If I don’t see you tomorrow
Remember it’s all you  I  have loved

She threw his ashes  off the old bridge in Ponders End at exactly 3.15 p.m by her gold watch with its quartz battery
Thank God, that’s over, she thought  but hell, she saw a police car drawing up
Excuse us,Madam the taller blonde one said carefully
What now? she snarled with fire  on her cheeks that was partly   Boots own brand of blusher Red Glory Creme Blush (£3.99)
The mortuary got the ashes mixed up and your husband is still there in his birthday suit
You mean after I’ve just paid £2,00 pounds to the Co-op Funeral Parlour to cremate him
Just give us the casket back and we  will pay for re-burial.That is the ashes of a murder victim unrelated to you,we believe
As she looked down she could see the casket stuck between 2  huge rotting bags of Flour  from the nearby  antedeluvian Wright’s  Flour Mill by the River when at  the Indistrial Revolution  we began to use water power instead of horse power
She pointed to it her face red and angry with more fury than seemed human or even satanic
The policeman took  out a Warrant on his credit card
We are arresting you for fly tipping in a place of unnatural ugliness
But how did you know where to find me? she whispered fearfully
That’s what they all say, he murmured.
This is where all  the hated relatives of the widow are flung,;in your case it is your husband or so you believed
No, he was not.We never got married legally
We’ll see what we can find, but in any case choking a man to death in A and E is no accident.You should do it at home if you have to
Next time I’ll  do it in the Cardiac Unit, she said wisely
.And I plan to marry a woman as soon as I can.
As they took her away, her purple velvet coat opened  to reveal she was wearing nothing but her silked underwear in light cerulean blue.Make sure your coat has buttons that fasten in future
Oh, I should have listened to Mother.I would  have felt better in a woollen vest especially in jail.
Will they give me some clothes?

A bit late to think about that now, say all of us

https://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2013/07/why-stephen-king-spends-months-and-even-years-writing-opening-sentences/278043/

Extract:

Stephen King: There are all sorts of theories and ideas about what constitutes a good opening line. It’s tricky thing, and tough to talk about because I don’t think conceptually while I work on a first draft — I just write. To get scientific about it is a little like trying to catch moonbeams in a jar.

But there’s one thing I’m sure about. An opening line should invite the reader to begin the story. It should say: Listen. Come in here. You want to know about this.

How can a writer extend an appealing invitation — one that’s difficult, even, to refuse?

We’ve all heard the advice writing teachers give: Open a book in the middle of a dramatic or compelling situation, because right away you engage the reader’s interest. This is what we call a “hook,” and it’s true, to a point. This sentence from James M. Cain’s The Postman Always Rings Twice certainly plunges you into a specific time and place, just as something is happening:

They threw me off the hay truck about noon

I went into the Jesuit Church each day
But I was not there to praise nor there to pray
I hate you,God,I said inside my heart
From this holy place I shall depart.

But God was not made angry by my rage
He stayed quite silent, almost unengaged
So I went there more often and declared
That for his lack of help, he was despised

Then I went to other churches too
Repeating my performance in a few
Unsatisfied and broken by despair
As a pray-er I was  of love bare.

But God reveals his love in other forms
He whispers  while the world is lashed by storms

From today’s Times Newspaper

“Pornhub has more visitors than the BBC, CNN and Amazon sites put together. Those aged 18-34 make up 60 per cent of the site’s users.”