The oak door’s fixed with a large iron lock some would call ‘rustic’ or ‘traditional’. I find the whole thing a distasteful waste of money; ...nother way of showing how superior and classy you are, and a frivolous, pretentious waste of good green. It doesn’t keep people like me out of your house and it won’t stop me trading your gear for a fix or two. The cold key sits snugly inside the lock, just inches from my broken window. I reach around and laugh, turning the key with a satisfying clunk.. I heard one of them say, "You've got a cracking little arse there!" She giggled and said thanks. Then the other one leaned and whispered something in her ear. She looked over at me, then she went bright red as he said, "How about it?"She came over to me and told me to wait at the bar for her, she just had a business matter to see to. I was drunk and happy, so I just nodded without asking any more, and anyway, what could I do, cause a fuss with those big club guys? No, I don't think so.I was. Combine that with the locale - Gory lived in the basement of a old worn down house. It still had dirt floors! There were beer bottles everywhere, a couple of wine bottles and cartons of take out food boxes laying about.There was one thing that did stand out from all of that - it was the photography equipment. It looked new and and the area in the corner of the basement that was where our 'location' is, was clean and had large white reflectors about. In fact the couch at the centre of the. Your father isn't Dan's uncle." "My real mother died before my infant blue eyes turned brown. That's why her husband, Dan's uncle, left me up for grabs to his brother's family. His name was on the birth certificate, and her family was embarrassed about the situation, so he got custody and he chose who to board me with. Naturally, he didn't trust her family. He doesn't know who my real father is. Neither do I." "So you're not even Dan's cousin?" "Nope. Not related. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad I.