Chapter 707 A New Georgy-girl:>Ep3

• At this point he made the mistake of blustering, obviously believing he had a way out, that I'd actually listen to his bullshit, or that I gave a bubbly wet shit, so I hauled off and smashed a looping overhand right into his face just to watch his nose break and spray blood all over that fine Turnbull & Asser Egyptian cotton dress shirt my mother had paid for.
• Then I kicked him in the balls again, hard, to tighten his focus on me, grabbed him and backhanded him, hard, just the way he'd hit my little sister, and down he went again, only this time I think me pulverising his balls with a steel-capped work boot kept him down there.
• You may think at this point that I was just being a bully, that he was already finished. Well, so what? The little prick had been drugging and beating my mother, he'd attacked and tried to rape my baby sister, right then all I wanted to do was stamp him into a red, stringy stain on the floorboards; he was getting off lightly, believe me.