" You want to share those reasons with your partner here, cowboy?" Yes, I do, but I can't because they are from personal conversations, and I need to ...eep those confidences to myself or I'll lose the trust of those who shared them." Ah. Hmmm. Okay, but keep in mind that some personal confidences can be about things that affect all of us."I gave her a 'give me some credit' look as I answered, "Sure, you'd be told - after I clued in the person who told me. If I've got to betray a trust, I don't. Cursing under her breath, she slipped her flip flops on and headed for the front door. She'd walk to the shops and phone Vikki. Walking along the street, half locating Vikki's name in the phonebook, half watching out for the stray dog waste in the street, Hanna took a deep breath, taking in the fantastically "fresh" air which surrounded Wester Hailes. Car exhausts, alcohol, vomit, and urine was enough to make someone without a nose gag.Having located Vikki's number, Hanna pressed "call" and. The car was in fine shape with the front driver's side tire completely flat. Groaning, Jack tossed his bag in the back seat of the car and began rooting around under the hatchback gathering the spare and tools to change the tire. It took Jack almost thirty minutes to take the flat off as the last person to rotate the tires had used an air jack and the bolts were almost frozen in place. Cursing, Jack had finally resorted to jumping up and down on the crowbar while holding it against the bolt.. "Well yes, but it wasn't at a strip club. My mates booked a private room in a hotel and engaged a stripper to entertain us. I didn't say I had never seen a stripper, just never went to a strip club. Mind you, that was the only time, because I didn't get to go to my mates buck's nights, as I'd moved away and was married" he told her."So what did you get up to with the stripper?" she asked mischievously."Nothing I can assure you, although she did try to make me strip, but I wouldn't be in it. I.