There was this big hallion of a girl too from over the terrace Majella McAllister that caught me completely unawares and gave me a French kiss at the door when she was leaving and left me standing there with my mouth full of slabber just as the Miss Quinns were arriving.
I did manage to get rid of some of it by leaving four small deposits on the two old ones’ cheeks, ucching most of the rest of it over the wall of Maud’s garden as I followed them in. Majella’s had a notion of me for years and she used to give me the glad eye in the street till I stopped even looking at her. She was crafty the way she did it though. She was saying cheerio and how good I was to be waking Maud and I thought she was away till she turned quickly as if she was suddenly overcome with emotion which could well have been the case now that I think of it and gave me this warm wet kiss on the cheek and then her big sticky lips sort of slid down sideways to my mouth and that’s when the tongue came out.
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HumorTHE YEAR is 1968 and the Swinging Sixties are still swinging - though not in Ireland. But wait! An old woman dies in a northern Irish town and her wake becomes a rendezvous for lesbians, bisexuals and political revolutionaries. And in there among t...
