Trishís mum, oh yes and Lionelís
Now both my kids
have suggested Iím a slut. Just because I live in a trailer park, a lot
of people tend to
stereotype me. Because I had two kids by different fathers, they
stereotype me. Because
I work on an Adult chat line, they stereotype me.
I get fed up with
it. I am not a stereotype, Iím a woman and a bloody good one. I
brought up two kids
single handed. and if I live in a box on wheels, well so what, itís
a home, a home Iíve
created with love and affection. With love and affection, I
earned the money
I needed. Is that being a slut ?
My kids never wanted
for anything. I got them a fourteen inch colour telly and a
VCR. Of course the
VCR came in handy with some of my more repressed gentlemen
friends, but I always
kept the Disney stuff separate. There was always food on the
table and when we
eventually got plates I was able to give them gravy as well. How
do you think I paid
for this ? The Social ? That doesnít pay for gin and fags as any
mum will tell you.
No I had to work and work dammed hard, even when I was tired I
had to lay down
and deal with one more client.
Of course working
in a trailer had itís problems but me and a few of the girls used to
shuffle the kids
around, itís a bit like those snooty middle class mums having an
the Volvo about taking their kids to school. When the kids were
very little of course,
it didnít matter. I just gave them a sniff of gas over the cooker
and they slept like
logs. I never wanted Trish to have to do the kind of work I do and
to her credit she
doesnít. I cannot quite understand though why she gives it away. For
me it was a job
not a pleasure. For her itís just a pleasure.
As to Lionel, well,
I think heís a bit strange, in fact Iím, sure heís into that
I asked Shane about it but Shane says he doesnít know. I think heís
lying but I donít
want to question him too much as he slips me a bit now and again
which helps with
the electricity bill.
I wish Trish would
keep away from Earl as well. After all Trace is her best friend and if
she ever found out that Trish and him were doing what I think they are
doing, she would tear our Trishís hair out by the roots.
Sometimes when Iím
watching one of those lovely programmes like Rolanda or that
one with the English
chap Terry Stringer or whatever his name is, I think our Trish
should be on. Sheís
certainly got a mouth on her and she gives as good as she gets and from
where Iím standing she gets a lot more than I do these days. Some people
say that all the guests on these programmes are false. They donít live
on this trailer park. Believe me, you would just not credit what goes on
behind trailer doors. Well you
would because they
arenít very soundproof and the whole world can hear whatís
going on, but you
know what I mean.
Which reminds me,
that creep Mr. Houseman who manages this dump has offered me another trailer
to rent if Trish wants to move out. Now heís a crafty sod and I canít
work out if heís
thinking with Trish in a place of her own, he could creep round there
and collect the
rent anytime he wants. Of course it would be nice to have the place to
myself. Lionel is
hardly ever here these days. I could redecorate, have a little drinks
party, invite a
few friends. Who knows perhaps rekindle a few old flames.
Ok, I am a slut,
takes one to know one though. Must go, the phone is ringing. Another bloody
pervert wants his fancy tickled at 50p per minute.