"If she weren't such a right bitch, Moran would be more than worth a roll," he said. "I've had a feel up; if I'd not been worried that she'd bite my cock off, I'd have stuck about for far more than a feel." That he'd panicked and backed away when he probably could have done far more than he did had he the nerve wasn't something he had shared with a soul. He'd not even shared much of his own version of the story with more than a couple of friends either; he knew that if word got back to Moran life could be less than pleasureable.
"Naw, if I wanna go for a witch I'd not be worried would take out her agression in painful ways, I'd possibly go for Niamh; she's got a mouth, though I'm sure she could put it to some rather good use," he said with a laugh, reaching for the firewhiskey and tipping it up.





