Oh, sister 38. (Memoirs of Siobhan MacGeary viii)

With Nancy now workin’ for Montogomery

It wasn’t that easy with just Nerys and me

Business took a slump

And Nerys took the hump

After I demanded an equal share

Moanin’ the fact that there was little to spare

Eventually we had to agree

That every tenth customer could have a session for free

That seemed to do the trick

Response to the offer was very quick

And business once more began to accrue

And very demandin’ considerin’ that we were two

Every night there were queues

Some eager to be abused and some eager to abuse

There were times that I wanted to weep

From the extended hours and lack o’ sleep

Sometimes it felt like a chore

And times that I wanted a new life instead o’ a whore

Nerys felt the pressure as well

And our frayed relationship began to tell

Worsened by a punter’s request

That put our friendship to the test

So much different to her customary smother

He wanted to see us have sex with each other

Well, as you know I’ve been there before

But Nerys had never been a woman’s whore

At first she refused to bend

And it made matters worse that I was her friend

The request affected her anxiety

And it had much the same effect on me

But the punter proceeded to throw money on the floor

Smiled at both of us and threw some more

Until the amount that piled up was hard to ignore

I took Nerys aside and whispered in her ear

That I would take control and she had no need to fear

And to her sexual pleasure I would see

There was money to be had and she had to agree

She looked me in the eye and nodded her head

And soon we were naked in my bed

Locked in intimacy

Soon both cryin’ out in ecstacy

Hearin’ the soft deep groans from he who wanted to see

Which soon became a mighty roar

Before he spilled onto the floor

And cried that he’d soon be back for more

Threw us some more money and walked out the door

At that moment I had the need to be inebriated

That easy money had to be celebrated

But Nerys hadn’t felt the same way

She was overcome with shame and had nothin’ to say

For days after that she couldn’t look me in the eye

And that awkwardness made me want to cry

But one mornin’ after our last customer had gone

I heard her outside my door, cryin’, “Siobhan.”

I opened the door to let her in

And shyly she came in holdin’ a bottle o’ gin

After a few we were under the covers

Nerys and I had become unlikely lovers