”“Oh yeah? Get up!”“Why?”“So I can teach you manners!”“Can’t you just shove off, man? This’ll only get you hurt.”“Oh, let me g...ess — you know Karate!” Tom crowed and the answering snickers made Danny aware of a small crowd that was surrounding them.“Nope, no Karate. Still, give it a rest, okay? Look, I’ll even say please. Please leave me the fuck alone. Okay?”“You fuckin’ bastard!” Tom snarled and hurled himself at Danny.He did not get far. Danny’s table slammed into his thigh stopping him. On the way to the reading for promotion of Jesus’s current poem-print ‘ You got to sink to swim’, I had made a bet with a friend of mine, between fruitels of freshly uncapped Passion Pop, that I would have sex with this well-known New York preacher of versatile values. I was dressed ridiculously, now that I think about it – a green trilby on my head, a purple ‘Brisbane Actor’s Centre’ t-shirt, with an unflattering fading aqua-blue, violet and pale-green stripy shirt undone over. " "Yep, we gonna get one. I'll mount it on the treasure boat, with the chute going over the side. Where is Leta? We need to get this ordered."We got it working. Lupito built a nice stand for it. The discharge hose is clamped to the stand, pointed into the screen. We found out the hard way that it needed to be clamped. We had to build a splash shield to keep all the water going out the chute instead of all over the boat. Man that thing will move some dirt. We had two visitors, from Government. I brushed the small napkin off of Ellen's lap and told her to pick it up, leaning over as far as she could to ensure he got a good look at her breasts. As she bent over to pick up the napkin you could see his eyes riveted to her breasts as the loose top fell forward, all of her breasts, down to the nipples were exposed. His younger wife too was watching all of this and seemed a little put out that he was staring at Ellen instead of her."Well," I thought, "you should have worn something other.