A multimedia message from Jenny. I downloaded a video of Laura; she was dressed in black lace panties, stockings and suspenders, her ack to the camer... she bent over, looking into a bag. She could be heard incoherently chatting away to Jen and as she bent over the camera zoomed in on her arse. There was a brief glimpse of bare flesh in the crotch. Jen could be heard cheering - ‘Woo hoo!’ before Laura turned around and attacked her yelling. The video stopped.I smiled, but at the same time. We worked hard at our playing andstarted to get some regular gigs along the Gold Coast tourist strip,playing five nights a week in different venues. We did well enough toleave our employment and concentrate on being stars.After a couple of nights when a couple of the band were less thanprofessional and the venue owners complained, we made a solemn pact tostay off the booze on working nights and things went well for a fewmonths. We started getting gigs in Brisbane itself which was good aswe. It would be nice to have someone to talk to and listen to the music with. If you don’t want to talk, that’s okay. I can just sit here and keep the wolves at bay for you. And by the way, my name is Tom, not Buddy.’ She gave me a speculative look and then a faint smile, ‘Okay … Tom. Sit for a while if it suits you.’ She didn’t say anything for a long time – just sat there nursing her beer and watching the crowd – then walked over to the jukebox. A bit later the sad, smooth sound of Faron Young. He is a friend of Mike’s from his old school days. Marco is French and comes to England every now and then to see mike. They both take it in turns, with Mike going to stay in France on the return visit. Marco is fairly well off and doesn’t need to work, unlike Mike and I, who still have to make a living. During his stay we would both go off to work during the week and leave him to his own devices, getting together on the weekends and evenings to catch up. Marco is a very handsome man. He is.