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Stan Tierney’s leering face appeared in the window of the porter’s lodge, next to where we were standing. He was still scouting for the same rooms he’d been responsible for when I was a first year, including my old one, so it was impossible to avoid him completely. All I could do was ignore him, but I was terrified he’d say something inappropriate in front of Amy Jane, and quickly made my excuses. She left, but as I turned back into college Tierney followed me, speaking as he caught up.
‘She’s nice. Nice tits. I like ‘em fat.’
I walked a little faster, looking straight ahead, but he wouldn’t shut up.
‘Nice arse too. Big and wobbly. Or is she firm? Some fat girls are firm.’
I walked faster still, until he was struggling to keep up, but he wouldn’t take the hint.
‘What’s it like to spank her? I bet she howls.’
‘Shut up, Tierney, you’re disgusting,’ I snapped.
‘Yeah? I’m not the one who likes to spank fat little first years. What sort of knickers does she wear?’
‘I don’t know. She’s just a friend.’
‘Yeah, sure she is,’ he laughed. ‘Like your Katie’s just a friend, and that stuck up tart Portia. Don’t forget that I know what you’re like, Isabelle.’
‘Will you just go away, please?’
‘What, not good enough for you any more, ain’t I? Nice that is! I was good enough for you when you needed my help to get into Caroline Greenwood’s knickers, wasn’t I? And when you wanted to get your dirty little girls’ society together.’
‘How dare you!’ I snapped back, finally loosing my patience. ‘You tricked me, you lied to me, you coerced me into... into things I’d never do of my own accord!’
‘You loved every minute of it!’ he sneered.
‘You’re vile,’ I told him. ‘Go away.’
He stopped, but he hadn’t finished.
‘You’ll be back,’ he said, ‘begging for a suck of my cock like the little tart you are!’
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