A New Leaf for Galloway?

The rattling from his chest continued, as it had for the past week. He'd been deeply traumatised by the swarm of tarantulas that had appeared en masse in the park that day; he was sure one of the cunts had bitten him. The huge black bruises on his thigh and arms were evidence enough.
Now, hunched in his wheelchair, Galloway was seriously considering swearing off his pursuit of children over the internet.

As his eyes strayed to his notice-board full of his favourite images of abuse however, he knew his resolve would slip, whether he liked it or not.