He sprinted into the main hall, the policeman’s hands almost on him, but he skirted round the crowd, dove through a gap and somersaulted beautifully into the five-tier wedding cake, utterly covering himself and the nearest dozen or so people in marzipan and bits of cherry and apricot and fulfilling his mission with style before being taken to gaol and, probably, made to disappear.
Tag: fulfilment
That Friday feeling
She had spent the entire week listening to dull mid-level managers going on about the same old shit they always go on about, and now all she could think about was getting a big wanger slapped against her lips and cheeks.