Kathy lay stoned on the bed she had been motionless for over an hour. Dorset touched her foot with his pen and watched her flinch<\/p>\n
She opened her eyes and smiled lightly and returned to her sleep<\/p>\n
Dorset looked around the room at the posters he was designing they ranged from the ones he was designing for the arts festival to the one for a Virginia Woolf tribute band called Wet Cunt <\/i> <\/i><\/p>\n
He had been designing posters for seventeen years but had not achieved anything more than a local success<\/p>\n
This made him bitter<\/p>\n
He tried to become an urban artist but had been arrested on numerous occasions and was still struggling to pay his fines<\/p>\n
Five years previously his sister Kathy had shown up at the door asking for shelter after a really bad trip<\/p>\n
She was now living with him but was still addicted and a percentage of his meagre income was used to support her habit<\/p>\n
Kathy was a special needs teacher and contributed part of her salary towards the flat which meant that they scraped by<\/p>\n
He always wondered how if stoned (as she always was) she kept her job<\/p>\n
Her answer was always the same<\/p>\n
Their brains are far more fucked up than mine so you could teach them any shit and I take care of my colleagues you know. Men are so weak and the women know what a complete bitch I can be so they don’t touch me <\/i><\/p>\n
Dorset felt his mobile vibrate in his pocket<\/p>\n
Dorset<\/i><\/p>\n
Mr Dorset<\/i><\/p>\n
Just Dorset <\/i><\/p>\n
Are you a poster designer ? <\/i><\/p>\n
Yes how may I help you ? <\/i><\/p>\n
May I come around ? <\/i><\/p>\n
I can come to see you <\/i><\/p>\n
No I will come around in about fifteen minutes I know where you live <\/i><\/p>\n
Ok, what is your name ?<\/i><\/p>\n
Mrs Vancouver <\/i><\/p>\n
I will see you in fifteen minutes <\/i><\/p>\n
The conversation ended and Dorset walked across to his sister and touched her on the shoulder. There was no response<\/p>\n
He touched the sole of her foot<\/p>\n
Fuck off Dorset I need to sleep <\/i><\/p>\n
I have a client coming around in about fifteen minutes so it could mean special money <\/i><\/p>\n
Kathy looked up and fell back onto her pillow<\/p>\n
Well just don\u2019t disturb me\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n
About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. Dorset opened it but nobody was there<\/p>\n
Surprise !<\/i><\/p>\n
A middle aged woman leapt from the lift and ran towards the open door<\/p>\n
Mrs Vancouver ? <\/i><\/p>\n
Yes I am Mrs Vancouver, may I come in ?<\/p>\n
The visitor pushed past Dorset and sat on the small chair next to Kathy<\/p>\n
Is your girlfriend dead ?<\/i><\/p>\n
She is my sister <\/i><\/p>\n
Is she dead ? <\/i><\/p>\n
No just stoned <\/i><\/p>\n
And why is she naked it is such a very cold day today<\/p>\n
She is a teacher <\/i><\/p>\n
Oh I see <\/i><\/p>\n
Mrs Vancouver looked at the many tattoos that covered large parts of Kathy\u2019s body<\/p>\n
Did you design these ?<\/i><\/p>\n
Yes, I always try out my poster designs on Kathy before finishing them off<\/i><\/p>\n
Does she mind ?<\/i><\/p>\n
Not as far as I am aware <\/i><\/p>\n
I have a job for you I need you to find someone <\/i><\/p>\n
I am a poster designer not a private eye <\/i><\/p>\n
But you might want to do this <\/i><\/p>\n
Why ?<\/i><\/p>\n
Because there is a \u00a31000 sitting in your bank account as we speak <\/i><\/p>\n
How did you know my bank details ? <\/i><\/p>\n
I am fucking the bank manager if you must know
\n<\/i><\/p>\n
As the middle aged woman finished her sentence Kathy stirred and rose from her bed<\/p>\n
God I need a shit, Hi Mrs Vancouver <\/i><\/p>\n
Hello Kathy I love the tattoos <\/i><\/p>\n
Yeh they are nice aren\u2019t they<\/i><\/p>\n
Dorset watched his sister close the bathroom door and turned to his guest<\/p>\n
You say \u00a31000 what would you like me to do <\/i><\/p>\n
Find my daughter she has disappeared <\/i><\/p>\n
When did she vanish? <\/i><\/p>\n
In 1955 in Hastings, in this very town <\/i><\/p>\n
Dorset looked out of the window at the cold sea mist that was clouding the town<\/p>\n
It is 2015 your daughter disappeared sixty years ago Mrs Vancouver why wait until now <\/i><\/p>\n
I thought she would return <\/i><\/p>\n
You waited sixty years <\/i><\/p>\n
I waited until yesterday and rang her boyfriend as I thought she would be fucking him but she had not been seen there since 1955 <\/i><\/p>\n
Do you mind if I ask your age Mrs Vancouver <\/i><\/p>\n
I am forty-eight but my breast is still great<\/i><\/p>\n
Breast <\/i><\/p>\n
Yes I have the other one removed <\/i><\/p>\n
I am sorry <\/i><\/p>\n
No I did not become ill it was for cosmetic purposes only <\/i><\/p>\n
Kathy returned to the room and sat on the floor between Dorset and Mrs Vancouver<\/p>\n
You look better now my dear, you brother is such a clever artist <\/i><\/p>\n
Yeah yeah, I love his work, this is his latest <\/i><\/p>\n
Kathy leaned forward and showed the early design for a poster promoting the Hastings Ale & Beer Festival which was to be held later that year<\/p>\n
I am looking forward to seeing them displayed in the town <\/i><\/p>\n
So am I <\/i><\/p>\n
I have given your brother \u00a31000 and will give him another \u00a35000 when he finishes the job<\/i><\/p>\n
Do you want him to design a poster for you ? <\/i><\/p>\n
No, I want him to find my daughter <\/i><\/p>\n
Who disappeared in 1955<\/i><\/p>\n
Wow that\u2019s cool man<\/i><\/p>\n
She has been missing for sixty years Kathy <\/i><\/p>\n
But she disappeared in Hastings my dear.I thought that she had gone to her boyfriend\u2019s house to fuck but she did not arrive and nobody has seen her since <\/i><\/p>\n
I have told Mrs Vancouver that I am artist who designs posters and not a private eye <\/i><\/p>\n
We need the money Dorset you are not selling well <\/i><\/p>\n
I tell you what you two, I will go off and make a cup of tea for everyone and let you discuss it and when I return I hope you will have reached a decision <\/i><\/p>\n
Mrs Vancouver squeezed by the brother and sister and went into the kitchen. Dorset and Kathy looked at each other<\/p>\n
She is nutty as a fruitcake it will be easy money <\/i><\/p>\n
I am not a private eye <\/i><\/p>\n
Don\u2019t be a cunt Dorset it is easy money and we do need it <\/i><\/p>\n
I am not sure<\/i><\/p>\n
If you do not take this job then you will not use my body for your poster designs <\/i><\/p>\n
I can get some else <\/i><\/p>\n
Fuck off. Fuck you ! <\/i><\/p>\n
You only want the cash for your habit<\/i><\/p>\n
Fuck you again, you fucking idiot !<\/i><\/p>\n
Mrs Vancouver emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray of tea cups and chocolate biscuits which she placed on the occasional table under the window<\/p>\n
Dorset said that he would take your job and help to find your daughter <\/i><\/p>\n
Kathy glanced at her brother who stared at her<\/p>\n
Mrs Vancouver opened her handbag and produced a photograph of a girl aged about thirty who was standing next to a younger looking man<\/p>\n
That was my daughter June with her boyfriend June it was taken in the old town in 1954 <\/i><\/p>\n
Dorset took the photograph from Mrs Vancouver and looked at it. There was no way that the photograph dated from the 1950s as it had been taken recently on a digital camera<\/p>\n
The fashions and the cars in the photograph were very contemporary and in the background he could see one of his posters<\/p>\n
Did you say that your daughter disappeared in 1955 ?<\/i><\/p>\n
Yes in June 1955<\/i><\/p>\n
Where did she disappear ? <\/i><\/p>\n
In Hastings <\/i><\/p>\n
In which part of Hastings ? <\/i><\/p>\n
Well her boyfriend lived in St Leonards so I would think it was on the road between Hastings and St Leonards <\/i><\/p>\n
What was she wearing ? <\/i><\/p>\n
I believe she was wearing a pair of crimson jeans and a white kaftan <\/i><\/p>\n
You are not sure <\/i><\/p>\n
No, I was in Hastings that day<\/i><\/p>\n
Dorset looked through the window and noticed that pink snow had begun to fall giving the adjoining houses a soft pastel look<\/p>\n
Ok I will look for your daughter but I cannot promise that I will find her as sixty years is a l long long time. She might even be dead you know<\/i><\/p>\n
She is not dead; I have checked all the local gravestones and none carry her name <\/i><\/p>\n
I might need expenses you know as Kathy will help me <\/i><\/p>\n
No problem <\/i><\/p>\n
Do you have any other details on your daughter?<\/i><\/p>\n
Mrs Vancouver took a white envelope from the pocket of her coat and handed it to Dorset<\/p>\n
I think you will find all that you will need to know in there<\/i><\/p>\n
Dorset glanced into the envelope which was full of used lottery tickets<\/p>\n
Do you mind if I use your loo as I normally masturbate at this time of day perhaps you would like to join me my dear, we could masturbate each other <\/i><\/p>\n
Kathy looked up at the middle aged woman and rose to her feet<\/p>\n
Yeh, that would be cool, these drugs make me so fucking horny and old misery guts there doesn\u2019t fuck me anymore becauuuuse he is so fucking busy <\/i><\/p>\n
As the women left the room Dorset walked towards the window and opened it. The snow had turned from pink to a bright yellow and was beginning to settle on the cliffs that overlooked the town<\/p>\n
On an adjoining balcony an Amsterdam albatross was playing a violin. The sad eyed bird looked at Dorset<\/p>\n
Fucked up day man<\/i><\/p>\n
Yeah its has been a fucked up day bird \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
There was a cold wind blowing in off of the sea as Dorset and his sister walked along the main road to St Leonards. Dorset was wearing a thick jacket and jeans whereas Kathy was wearing crimson jeans and a white kaftan<\/p>\n
You will catch your death in this wind <\/i><\/p>\n
I am pretending to be Miss Canada\u2019s daughter. She might be a fruitcake but by God she fucks well <\/i><\/p>\n
Do you really think that by wearing her daughter\u2019s clothes you will jog the memories of people after sixty years? <\/i><\/p>\n
It is worth a try <\/i><\/p>\n
You are as mad as she is <\/i><\/p>\n
Ooh look Dorset there is one of your posters over there and somebody has drawn an erect cock onto St Teresa <\/i><\/p>\n
Dorset stooped an elderly man<\/p>\n
Excuse me were you here in 1955 ?<\/i><\/p>\n
No I was in Egypt but my brother was here<\/i><\/p>\n
Does your brother remember a girl dressed in the same clothes as my sister walking towards St Leonards? <\/i><\/p>\n
You will have to ask him <\/i><\/p>\n
Where does he live ? <\/i><\/p>\n
In the local cemetery he committed suicide a few years ago. But he did write to me telling me that they were proposing to replace the platforms at the railway station at the time<\/i><\/p>\n
Thank you <\/i><\/p>\n
The elderly man smiled and crossed the road. As he did so he looked around at Kathy and was knocked down by a bus<\/p>\n
I am sure he was hiding something sis <\/i><\/p>\n
Is he dead?<\/i><\/p>\n
I would imagine so as the bus was bombing along <\/i><\/p>\n
I like buses that drive fast it is so exhilarating <\/i><\/p>\n
A stray dog crossed their path<\/p>\n
Were you here in 1955 dog ? <\/i><\/p>\n
No<\/i><\/p>\n
Did you see a girl dressed in the same clothes as my sister walking towards St Leonards ?<\/i><\/p>\n
I think your sister is beautiful does she fuck dogs ? <\/i><\/p>\n
Kathy turned around and crouched in front of the dog<\/p>\n
I fuck most things but sadly I do not fuck dogs but I will give you a wank if you can give me any information<\/i><\/p>\n
It is no use <\/i><\/p>\n
Why you are a nice looking dog <\/i><\/p>\n
I have had it cut off some fucking do-gooder nabbed me one day and took me to the vets and hey presto I have no feelings any more. All I do is walk along this road and look at the fucking sea each day <\/i><\/p>\n
How sad <\/i><\/p>\n
But I like watching <\/i><\/p>\n
Do you ?<\/i><\/p>\n
Yep, I quite often give people information and they take me home and let me watch them fucking <\/i><\/p>\n
Do you have any information ? <\/i><\/p>\n
Yes, the young lady in question was not walking along this road in 1955. She had no intention of visiting her boyfriend as she knew he was fucking someone else. I believe she was walking towards Rye when she disappeared <\/i><\/p>\n
Kathy looked up at her brother who was removing the erect penis from his poster<\/i><\/p>\n
Fucking vandals they even get the historical detail wrong. She died a virgin and that is well known fucking idiots !\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n
Dorset, this dog has given us some useful information can he watch us fuck tonight <\/i><\/p>\n
I am designing the bus company posters. Give him one of your saturated prayer books <\/i><\/p>\n
Kathy took a small prayer book out of her bag and placed it in the dog\u2019s mouth<\/p>\n
It is me all me <\/i><\/p>\n
The dog sniffed the book and smiled<\/p>\n
I shall treasure it <\/i><\/p>\n
For the rest of the day Dorset and Kathy walked around Hastings asking people if they had been in the town in 1955 and if they had not had they seen the missing girl<\/p>\n
The brother and sister were given a variety of answers from recipes for lime jelly to long drawn out family histories<\/p>\n
What Dorset did notice however was that the posters that he had designed for the town had been vandalised which annoyed him greatly<\/p>\n
Erect cocks, moustaches and hairy cunts had been added to his artwork<\/p>\n
He did not consider this vandalism to be urban art as his sister did <\/i><\/p>\n
As the afternoon drew on Dorset noticed that his sister was beginning to get cold so he lent her his thick jacket<\/p>\n
He later stole a fisherman\u2019s sweater from an up market clothes shop whilst his sister pretended to faint<\/p>\n
The vandalism of his posters was bothering Dorset as there was no reason to deface them<\/p>\n
Other posters advertising concerts and beach parties had remained untouched<\/p>\n
As they made their way home Kathy stopped in front of a vandalised poster advertising the local Women\u2019s Institute Strip Spin the Bottle Evening<\/em> and took a marker pen from Dorset\u2019s coat and began to write on it<\/p>\n I am only but the reflection. If you do not like what you see then turn away<\/i><\/p>\n Dorset snatched the marker pen froim his sister<\/p>\n What the fuck are you doing that for ?<\/i><\/p>\n Urban art <\/i><\/p>\n Are you responsible for the vandalism it would be typical of you to find it funny ?\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n No, I am too stoned to do anything these days <\/i><\/p>\n Well just stop fucking around <\/i><\/p>\n I cannot help it you look so nice in that sweater that I get wet cunt just thinking about it <\/i><\/p>\n I am your brother <\/i><\/p>\n That does not bother you when you get into my bed <\/i><\/p>\n I have changed <\/i><\/p>\n Yeah<\/i><\/p>\n I have been reading the Bible <\/i><\/p>\n What the thou shall not fuck thy sister part ? No all of it <\/i><\/p>\n Don\u2019t give me that shit Dorset you cannot keep your hands off of me <\/i><\/p>\n Think sis when was it when we last really fucked ? <\/i><\/p>\n Kathy went quiet and said nothing for a while. As they were passing a fish and chip shop she tugged at her brother sleeve<\/p>\n As you don\u2019t want to fuck me would you mind buying me some fish and chip at least as I have the munchies <\/i><\/p>\n Leaving his sister outside Dorset went into the shop and purchased two portions of fish and chips<\/p>\n They sat on a bench facing the sea. Above them a huge red ball had formed in the sky as if the world was going to end that evening<\/p>\n Do you know that if I went to the cops and said that you were taking advantage of your junkie sister they might be interested <\/i><\/p>\n They would not give a fuck <\/i><\/p>\n Wrong brother you know what cunts they are today. Look at the shit you got into with your so called urban art<\/i><\/p>\n Fuck you<\/em><\/p>\n I would never go to them you know. Who else would inject me when I am too fucked to do it myself ? <\/i><\/p>\n The pair said nothing more and after they finished their meal walked slowly back to the flat<\/p>\n The huge red ball in the sky had now disappeared and had been replaced by several levels of angels singing in unison<\/p>\n Or so it seemed to Dorset<\/p>\n Later that evening Dorset sat at his artists table and was busy designing a new poster for an event in nearby Bexhill<\/p>\n He had injected Kathy and she lay in the armchair opposite him<\/p>\n Did I tell you of the time I was fucked by a whole chapter of Hell\u2019s Angels ?<\/i><\/p>\n Yes<\/i><\/p>\n It\u2019s a fucking lie I have never been fucked by a Hell\u2019s Angel <\/i><\/p>\n I know<\/i><\/p>\n You know I was thinking that it might have been a Hell\u2019s Angel who kidnapped Mrs Vancouver\u2019s daughter in 1955\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n Kathy said little else that made sense as her hit began to take hold. Dorset looked at the blank wall behind his sister and waited for her first trip<\/p>\n Nothing that made sense occurred for the first five or so minutes until an image of Kathy sitting in an aircraft began to take shape <\/i><\/p>\n He was worried for his sister as he knew that she hated flying<\/p>\n Kathy was travelling from London to Paris to attend a teaching conference and had planned to go by train but there had been problems in the tunnel and she was forced to fly<\/p>\n She looked smart in her dark blue business suit but sat hunched in her seat with her eyes closed. He knew that she would try to sleep during the journey<\/p>\n Kathy was awoken the sound of the branches of a tree hitting the plane. There was a light jolt and when she looked out of the window she could see that the plane had landed in the middle of a forest<\/p>\n With difficulty she clambered out of the stricken plane.The captain was lining the passengers and crew up and was taking a head count<\/p>\n Ten minutes later he announced that all were present and correct and that they had crashed in a forest to the north of Paris but as this was a dream no-one knew of their plight<\/p>\n The Kathy on the wall looked towards the Kathy in the chair and mouthed help <\/i>but the Kathy in the chair did nothing<\/p>\n As Kathy was pleading to her sister to end the trip a man in a thick winters coat came up to his sister and spoke to her<\/p>\n Dorset could not make out the conversation but Kathy smiled and kissed the stranger lightly on the cheek and as this happened the image faded from the wall<\/p>\n His sister suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Dorset<\/p>\n Mr Philby has helped me\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n What do you mean? <\/i><\/p>\n He knows what happened to June <\/i><\/p>\n How? <\/i><\/p>\n He was in Hastings in 1955<\/i><\/p>\n As she said this Kathy fell back into unconsciousness but the wall remained blank save for some odd images and colours none of which meant much<\/p>\n Leaving his sister sleeping Dorset left the flat and broke into the nearby library. He was looking for a book on Kim Philby<\/p>\n He had cloned his sister to help him<\/p>\n Dorset did not clone his sister often as he could not dispense with them after use and often saw the clones of his sister walking around Hastings looking lost<\/p>\n In time he knew that they would fade but he had no influence on this procedure<\/p>\n Have you found anything yet ? <\/i><\/p>\n No <\/i><\/p>\n Where are you looking ?<\/i><\/p>\n In the natural history section<\/i><\/p>\n The book will not be in that section <\/i><\/p>\n But it is very interesting <\/i><\/p>\n Both Dorset and Clone Kathy froze as a torch shone through the door<\/p>\n Fuck these security guards <\/i><\/p>\n Shh<\/i><\/p>\n I have found it<\/i><\/p>\n The Kim Philby book ? <\/i><\/p>\n Yes <\/i><\/p>\n Well bring it over here<\/i><\/p>\n Will you be nice to uncloned Kathy ?<\/i><\/p>\n I am always nice to Kathy <\/i><\/p>\n Will you fuck her again ? <\/i><\/p>\n I have explained that to her I have found God <\/i><\/p>\n That\u2019s shit you do not find her attractive as she is a junkie<\/i><\/p>\n Are you going to give me the book ?<\/i><\/p>\n I might just give it to the security guard <\/i><\/p>\n Fuck you <\/i><\/p>\n All I need to do is walk out into the light <\/i><\/p>\n Ok, ok I will be nice to Kathy but please give me the book<\/i><\/p>\n Clone Kathy knelt down and slid the book along the floor towards Dorset<\/p>\n Thank you<\/i><\/p>\n Am I free to go now ?<\/i><\/p>\n Yes but just do not make a noise<\/i><\/p>\n When Dorset returned to the flat his sister was in exactly the same position as he had left her<\/p>\n She was still tripping and all kinds of jumbled images were dancing on the wall<\/p>\n Dorset sat on the chair next to her and began to read the book<\/p>\n Several hours passed and Kathy had begun to settle down, she was sleeping now so Dorset placed a blanket over her<\/p>\n A steel blue light was breaking through the window when Dorset reached the chapter that interested him<\/p>\n Philby had been in Hastings in 1955 and was visiting a sleeper in the town<\/p>\n He had arranged to meet the woman on the bench by the upper entrance to the cliff railway<\/p>\n But she had not shown up<\/p>\n The British Secret Service had got wind of the meeting and were following the woman. She was aware of this and had led the agents on a merry dance around the town<\/p>\n Philby had smelt a rat and had visited an old school friend in Bexhill and returned to London the following morning<\/p>\n The woman knew that the spy catchers would lose interest in her as soon as Philby left Hastings and a week later took up her position on the bench near the upper entrance of the cliff railway<\/p>\n She has been there ever since waiting for Philby in case he returned <\/i><\/p>\n Dorset looked up and his sister was standing up<\/p>\n I thought you would be out for days <\/i><\/p>\n No I did not take a heavy hit<\/i><\/p>\n I saw your trip <\/i><\/p>\n The air crash ? <\/i><\/p>\n That was unusual for you as you tend to like my pornographic ones <\/i><\/p>\n Did you meet Philby during your trip ? <\/i><\/p>\n Yep<\/i><\/p>\n And what did he tell you ?<\/i><\/p>\n Wouldn\u2019t you like to know ? <\/i><\/p>\n Don\u2019t fuck about Kathy <\/i><\/p>\n Fuck me and I will tell you, fuck your faith, fuck me I am your sister <\/i><\/p>\n This could mean a lot of money to us <\/i><\/p>\n Kathy walked towards Dorset and took his hand<\/p>\n Fuck me like you used to and I will tell you everything <\/i><\/p>\n Dorset showered and was dressed by the time the quiet winters light had grown over the town<\/p>\n Kathy had told him everything as they lay in bed after fucking<\/p>\n It was imperative that he went to the bench near the upper entrance of the cliff railway where he hoped to find the woman<\/p>\n Kathy was still sleepy as his pulled her into the shower<\/p>\n Get cleaned up I want to be ready before nine <\/i><\/p>\n Are you going to wash my back ? <\/i><\/p>\n Stop fucking about Kathy and get a move on<\/i><\/p>\n There was not a direct view of the cliff railway from the flat that Dorset shared with his sister but he could see the cliffs that stretched towards Rye<\/p>\n The Amsterdam albatross was not playing the violin on the balcony when Dorset opened his window<\/p>\n You are near the conclusion of this mystery you know <\/i><\/p>\n Would you like to read a book on Kim Philby ?<\/i><\/p>\n That would make a change from playing the violin <\/i><\/p>\n Dorset handed the book to the bird who started reading it<\/p>\n Good luck bird I know that you will not be here when I return <\/i><\/p>\n Adios <\/i><\/p>\n Dorset and his sister walked towards the cliff railway which was closed due to the early hour. They climbed the steps that lay next to the railway with difficulty as they were still exhausted from the previous night<\/p>\n When they achieved the summit they saw an old woman with long matted hair and ragged clothes<\/p>\n Dorset could see that she had once been beautiful but had aged badly<\/p>\n A packet of cigarettes and a bottle of gin lay on the seat next to her<\/p>\n Kathy took a swig from the bottle<\/p>\n That is good, very good <\/i><\/p>\n I still have admirers <\/i><\/p>\n Kathy took a cigarette from the damp packet and lit it<\/p>\n You have been here since 1955 haven\u2019t you on this very same bench waiting for Philby <\/i><\/p>\n You have come about my daughter <\/i><\/p>\n Yes<\/i><\/p>\n Has she paid you to find June ?<\/i><\/p>\n Before Kathy could answer Mrs Vancouver appeared from the steps<\/p>\n The old woman looked around as Kathy kissed her fuck love on the cheek<\/p>\n Will you fuck me with a dildo later ? <\/i><\/p>\n Of course my love it is in the car over there <\/i><\/p>\n Dorset had had enough and grabbed his sister<\/p>\n How much do you actually know about this Kathy ?<\/i><\/p>\n Everything<\/i><\/p>\n What do you mean ?<\/i><\/p>\n Do you think that I was a simple teacher of dumb kids who had a habit and liked fucking around ?<\/i><\/p>\n Then who are you ?<\/i><\/p>\n I am Kathy your sister and yes I have a bad habit but I also work for British Intelligence <\/i><\/p>\n Fuck off you are an acid head <\/i><\/p>\n Some of the time yes but when I am not with you I head off for London and leave you to design your posters<\/i><\/p>\n The old woman suddenly pulled a gun and held it loosely in her hand. Mrs Vancouver pulled Kathy from the line of fire leaving Dorset in range<\/p>\n Come on Svetlana it is all over now Philby died many years ago and will not be meeting you. If you shoot any of us how do you know we are not just clones ?<\/i><\/p>\n Bullets do not harm clones<\/i><\/p>\n Never <\/i><\/p>\n Never Svetlana <\/i><\/p>\n The old woman looked at Mrs Vancouver and Kathy and Dorset in turn and placed the gun in her mouth and pulled the trigger<\/p>\n Dorset had expected to see the woman\u2019s brains explode out of the back of her head but only a small amount of dust shifted and was soon lost in the early morning breeze<\/p>\n Come on Svetlana don\u2019t play that old trick again it does not work any more <\/i><\/p>\n She is my daughter you know and she is not forty-eight or whatever age she says she is. She was born in Russia in 1953 the year Stalin died. There was no disappearance in 1955 she has been stringing you along and as far as I know she has both breasts <\/i><\/p>\n She does have both breasts don\u2019t you Mrs Vancouver they were there the last time we fucked <\/i><\/p>\n And the will be there later when I fuck you again <\/i><\/p>\n Kathy smiled again at Mrs Vancouver<\/p>\n Dorset nervous that the gun was again pointing at him looked at the three women<\/p>\n I have totally lost this why did you pay me money when you knew your mother was here all the time. She has been here for the last sixty years for fucks sake. Why are giving me all this money to state the fucking obvious ?<\/i><\/p>\n Kathy looked at her brother and walked across and took his hand<\/p>\n It was to test your faith my love <\/i><\/p>\n What !<\/i><\/p>\n You are a good man <\/i><\/p>\n As his sister said this Dorset suddenly became aware of the doors of the cliff railway opening. The first climb of the day was complete<\/p>\n A man glowing dressed in white robes stepped from the carriage and walked towards the trio<\/p>\n I think we have a situation here <\/i><\/p>\n Who are you ?<\/i><\/p>\n Who do you think I am ?<\/i><\/p>\n The Son of God, you are the Son of God <\/i><\/p>\n Yes, I am the Son of God and I must say I like Hastings it is brash but still retains its old world charm <\/i><\/p>\n Why have you come here am I to die and you are here to take me away ?<\/i><\/p>\n No, no, no nothing like that it is we do have enormous difficulty getting good poster designers for the church so I contacted British Intelligence <\/i><\/p>\n He came to me during one of my trips <\/i><\/p>\n It is a good job well paid and you get to travel the world <\/i><\/p>\n But I am a sinner I have fucked my junkie sister for the last five years and have turned a blind eye to her promiscuity and lesbian affairs <\/i><\/p>\n Yes, I had to pull a few strings but I the followed the wisdom of my choice and if you want it is yours <\/i><\/p>\n What about Kathy she is sure to overdose sometime in the future<\/i><\/p>\n She will not it is not her time yet but it is yours Svetlana, you have been such a loyal comrade all these years.It is time for you to rest <\/i><\/p>\n The old woman stood up and handed Jesus the gun who threw it into the low cloud that was gripping the cliffs<\/p>\n It did not return<\/p>\n She walked across to her daughter and kissed her on the cheek<\/p>\n Goodbye June <\/i><\/p>\n Goodbye Mum <\/i><\/p>\n The old woman then walked towards Dorset and Kathy<\/p>\n Thank you for finding me <\/i><\/p>\n Christ pointed towards the open carriage and the old woman walked slowly towards the doors<\/p>\n I will not be long Svetlana just sit down and make yourself comfortable<\/i><\/p>\n Jesus then beckoned Kathy and Dorset towards him<\/p>\n They both knelt in front of him<\/p>\n Get up you two there is no ceremony when I am around. To you first Dorset as you have proved yourself as a sinner who has repented you have employment with my blessing. Mrs Vancouver has all the details and you will be able to move out of that poky flat of yours <\/i><\/p>\n Where to ? <\/i><\/p>\n There is a very large building opposite my beloved Pugin\u2019s house in Ramsgate I think that will suit your needs <\/i><\/p>\n But what about Kathy ?<\/i><\/p>\n She will live with Mrs Vancouver who will attend to her comfort Believe me she has many many years ahead of her <\/i><\/p>\n Christ placed his hand on both Dorset and Kathy\u2019s shoulders and smiled at Mrs Vancouver<\/p>\n The carriage of the cliff railway had begun to glow<\/p>\n I do wish we would not have all these pyrotechnics each time I visit earth it is so ceremonial <\/i><\/p>\n The trio watched as the Son of God entered the carriage and with a wave he was out of sight<\/p>\n Kathy picked up the old woman\u2019s gin and took another swig<\/p>\n Her brother glared at her<\/p>\n It seems a shame to waste it. Do you want a swig ?<\/i><\/p>\n I am working for Christ now <\/i><\/p>\n So am I <\/i><\/p>\n Dorset looked at Mrs Vancouver with surprise<\/p>\n With your lifestyle ? <\/i><\/p>\n Christ forgives, he has forgiven you <\/i><\/p>\n Kathy took the hand of Mrs Vancouver and they turned and began to descend the long steps towards the beach road<\/p>\n Dorset stood still and looked at the cliff railway<\/p>\n A seagull had settled on the roof of the upper entrance<\/p>\n I vandalised your posters Dorset just in case you thought otherwise <\/i><\/p>\n I had a feeling that it was the work of a seagull <\/i><\/p>\n Why ?<\/i><\/p>\n Wanker is spelt with only one k and St Teresa as I have noted died a virgin <\/i><\/p>\n The bird smiled at Dorset who acknowledged the humour as he to began to follow his sister and her lover down the steps that led towards the sea\u00a0 <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0<\/i>\u00a0\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Kathy lay stoned on the bed she had been motionless for over an hour. 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