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He withdrew to make way for Edward. There was blood on his prick. He felt dissatisfied, now that it was over, and he wished he had stayed at home and gone to bed with Rachel. Then he remembered that she had left him and he felt worse.

Edward turned the girl over onto her back. She almost rolled off the bed, and he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back into the middle. As he did so her hood came partly off.

Edward said: "Good God!"

"What's the matter?" Micky said without much interest.

Edward was kneeling between the girl's thighs with his prick in his hand, staring at her half-revealed face. Micky decided that the girl must be someone they knew. He watched, fascinated, as she tried to tug the hood down again. Edward prevented her, and pulled it right off.

Then Micky saw the big blue eyes and childlike face of Edward's wife, Emily.

"I never heard of such a thing!" he said, and he started to laugh.

Edward gave a roar of rage. "You filthy cow!" he yelled. "You did this to shame me!"

"No, Edward, no!" she cried. "To help you--to help us!"

"Now they all know!" he shouted, and he punched her face.

She screamed and struggled, and he hit her again.

Micky laughed all the more. It was the funniest thing he had ever seen: a man going into a whorehouse and meeting his own wife!

April came rushing in, in response to the screams. "Leave her alone!" she yelled, and she tried to pull Edward off.

He pushed her aside. "I'll chastise my own wife if I please!" he roared.

"You great big fool, she only wants to have a baby!"

"She'll have my fist instead!"

They struggled for a moment. Edward punched his wife again, then April punched him on the ear. He gave a cry of pain and surprise, making Micky collapse with hysterical laughter.

At last April managed to haul Edward off his wife.

Emily got off the bed. Astonishingly, she did not immediately rush out. Instead she spoke to her husband. "Please don't give up, Edward. I'll do anything you want, anything!"

He lunged at her again. April clung to his legs and tripped him up. He fell to his knees. April said: "Get out, Emily, before he kills you!"

Emily rushed out, weeping.

Edward was still raging. "I'll never come to this poxy whorehouse again!" he yelled, wagging his finger at April.

Micky fell on the sofa, holding his sides, laughing fit to bust.

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