Very juvenile. Probably not worthy of the comedy forum, but blame Sid, he made me do it.

This follows Group Writing 1

Later:

Pustule sighed and shut the door behind him. He didn’t bother with the hall light, just slumped against the wall and closed his eyes. It had been a long day. No one knew what he had to suffer in his line of work. It was bad enough dealing with the dregs of society, battling the CPS and ….

Just as his train of thought was about go down its usual alley, Pustule tensed and turned towards the noise. Standing in the kitchen doorway was the largest man he’d ever seen. Leather trousers creaked as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. Dull glints of light reflected from several piercings. His shoulders filled the doorway. He began to move towards Pustule.

“Oh, its you Alan,” said Pustle loosening his belt. “Slip us a crippler, I’ve had a hell of a day.”

…….bad enough dealing with the dregs of society, battling the CPS, but hiding his true sexuality from his macho work colleagues was becoming an increasing problem.