Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen. Lisa May.
Lisa May’s Point of View.
“Oh God, that stinks!” Diana’s voice reaches my ears as I sit on the toilet.
“Oi, I am only having a wee, cheeky biatch!” I shout down with a small giggle in my throat.
“Not you. Princess. She has just come out of her litter tray and her arse is covered in shite!” Diana calls up followed by fake retching sounds.
I can hear Pamela laughing like a hyena, damn I think I preferred it when she was shy. Not really, she is a nice lass, and great fun to be around. Over the past few days, since the male body was found on the Roker Park bandstand, the three of us have spent most of our time together. In fact, Jason, Smithy and Jessie have all but insisted we stick together. Not that it is a chore, it is fun having the gir
