" Who the fuck is Peter Lawford?" I've haven't the faintest idea, but if Peter Lawford is what Carlos Mendez wants then Peter Lawford is who I will be..." Hold up a minute – Mendez? That sounds like a Mexican name; don't they deal in all sorts of drugs? Anyway you're not a lawyer – you failed your law exams." Senor Mendez is a well-respected local businessman; the only drugs he has dealings with are those you take for a headache. And for your information I didn't fail my law exams. I never. She was cute, with short brown hair, wearing black slacks and a black polo shirt. I could see a Japanese style carp tattoo swimming down her arm.By the way she interacted with me, I could see she preferred girls. I’d just spent the afternoon between a woman’s legs getting fucked by her husband. Was I gay, too?“I guess I’m a little gay,” I said, as she walked away.Nicolette chuckled, “Does that bother you?”“Not really,” I said. But I wondered if it wasn’t plain hedonism. I imagined for the first. “How did you get here, I didn’t see another car out front” I asked. “It’s in the garage. 2008 Carerra.” “Nice car, but that won’t have room for 4 tires.” “Then how are we going to get the tires fixed” she asked. “Let’s take a walk down the road and pay your neighbor a visit” I suggested. We were able to borrow the neighbor’s truck and got the tires fixed. When we returned the truck he invited us in to try some of his own home made wine. We chatted for a couple of hours and I felt. Let's not get left behind."The trip back to London was nice. Except, Mother was waiting. She'd flown. "Sergeant Major. Fancy meeting you here." Yes, Ma'am." We're here for clothes for David ... suggestions?" Yes, Ma'am. But we have a stop to make first."The same limo was waiting ... but a different crowd loaded. If it had been the Liverpool stevedores there ... I would have freaked. It was bad enough that the liberated Liverpool cargo net was still used to tie down the trunks."Where to,.