Seventy Pence

I was drudging home in the pouring rain after work, holding up this green and blue umbrella my mum lent me after my old one broke, and this red haired lad confidently saddles up to me and asks, “please can I have seventy pence to watch X-Men at the pictures?”.

I handed the boy my brolly and opened my wallet. Despite the brat’s inferior height he did his best to keep the umbrella over my head and I thought that was thoughtful of him. Later when I was masturbating, the ginger popped into my head and spoiled my climax.