For six months Doris Crump has been pretending she's losing her marbles, living with the fairies, going round the bend. For her own amusement and advantage she's been pretending to be in cuckoo land. She uses this pretence as an excuse to talk filthy to a fit 18-year-old lad she meets in her local pub. Every person in the pub thinks she is a complete fruitcake. Is it any wonder she can get away with pumping the keg? The boy's drink is not the only thing with a good head on it. A very naughty gilf story. All characters and terms including 'boy' 'lad' and 'girl' refer to people age 18 and over. This book contains explicit sexual material and is for adults only.