Blame Abba Chapter 4

The pub? We bought it! Well, Patrick did. We have been here for three years now. I haven't changed my surname, lots of girls don't these days. At least I have a new first name, Donna. Legally. That's what it says on our licence and above the door.

So I'm landlady and restaurant manager, and though I say it myself very successful too, Regional 'Landlady of the Year' last year. Well, T-Landlady, the brewery invented a special category after 'Christine' and 'Victoria' jumped on the bandwagon and came out as Trannies last year. We all met up at the awards ceremony in Birmingham and there was a big problem. Chrissie's runner-up certificate actually said 'Christopher' on it!

Patrick has a real flair for the pub trade and I don't do so badly either. The customers don't mind having a TV for a landlady, not one who likes showing her massive tits anyway, especially the 42-DDD breast-forms I got about a month ago. Actually several have moved on. Several of the newcomers in the village don't know our history. Not that we hide the fact, we just don't mention it.

Patrick and I are still together. Not in love, but in lust, he says. Too right, but we are not possessive. We actually did the Stag and Hen parties for Jeff and Lucy last week. On Friday Jeff fucked me, for old times sake he said. And on Saturday I shagged Lucy. She was delighted with her first 'lesbian' sex. It's their wedding this weekend and we're doing the reception in the function room. I've told Jeff and Lucy I'll behave myself. Except for my scarlet halter-neck micro-dress, that is, it's almost illegal!

But before then, Cyril the delivery man is due later today. He told me last week he had heard the rumours about me and didn't believe them. I've said I'll tell him the truth, but only when his cock is between my legs. Then he can back out of he doesn't like what he finds there.

He won't!