After all, the paper was a joke. It came out once or twice a year with a bunch of nonsense articles. Like how the school football team had beaten the ...ew York Jets in a practice game, or how they cooked road-kill for lunch in the cafeteria.Eddy had talked his buddy Tommy into joining the paper also, so they could come up with their own piece of bull. For example, they had gone to the Internet and purchased various products guaranteed to draw women like flies. Supposedly, these bottles of liquid. I wonder what he has on his mind. I feel a touch insecure, a feeling that is never far from me, is he thinking about me, about us, about someone else. I don’t know why this feeling doesn’t go away. It is always the thought that grips my heart. My thoughts move away to an earlier time again, I'm transported to the house on the court. My car has been left at a place far away and he takes me home. It is his, and hers, and I am not a welcomed guest that both would enjoy being there. I am his guest.. Johnson or Jo as she preferred to be called. She came to take all my details upon my arrival. Immediately I noticed her accent was not from London, in fact it sounded a lot like my own being from South Yorkshire, It turned out that Jo was from Doncaster and I was from Sheffield only 18 miles away.This led to us striking up an instant rapport; she asked me, "So how come you live in London?" I came to London in 1976; to teach the southerner's some manners, as the job is not finished I am stuck!". Me too. Can I pop this somewhere?”For the first time, I noticed she was carrying a large, brown suitcase. I’d been focusing too much on her long blonde hair, small white top, and those super-short shorts. I stared at the suitcase for a few moments. “Why hitchhike with a suitcase?”“It was my father’s,” she said with a shrug. “Besides, I wasn’t planning to walk far.” She gestured to her shoes, which seemed to have been chosen to show off her legs more than for practicality. “So far, so good.”I.