Sue

My name is Sue. I'm a loner with no attachment to anyone or any place. Attachment keeps you down, brings you down, takes you places you don't want to go. So I lose myself in the sensations of life, seeking pleasures and thrills wherever I go. Sure, some are quite risky, but that's what life is about. Feeling to the max to get filled up to the max. Even though I've done and seen things you couldn't imagine, I still haven't figured out what it's all about. The world is full of beauty and meaning intricately woven together in way that no one else seems to appreciate. So yeah, I seem cold and aloof, because you just don't understand me. Not many people even bother trying. Then came Mo. She recognized me. She saw me. She hopped right into my car to join me on this wild ride!

Mo

My name’s Mo. When I was a kid people used to say I was a tomboy but the choice was limited at the shithouse otherwise known as Pike’s Road Comprehensive: toughen up and survive; be flimsy and get your face stamped on. If there’d been a GCSE in talking back, I’d have got an A+. As it was, I left before taking any. Since those days I’ve gone through shedloads of crap jobs and crappier men. I never stay long with either. Some guys – the ones who’ve read books on counselling – tell me I’m callous as a defence against getting hurt. Maybe. But show me a loving, reliable guy and I’ll show you whether I can be nice or not. I don’t usually hit it off with other women, particularly if I’ve been shagging their husbands. But Sue’s different. She’s a real mate. Anyone messes with Sue, I’d punch their lights out.