I was sure she winked at me as she turnedand left.The night had got off to an uncertain start for me, but after a coupleof glasses of champagne I was ...eginning to relax. My mother offered me acigarette which I took and lit it with my lighter, both me and her werechatting me explaining about Angela quietly and her reassuring me. Eddieand Robert were talking football amongst themselves as another bottle ofchampagne arrived. Gently both of us inhaling on our cigarette at thesame time I saw Robert. He wanted to play at exhibitionism. And Barbarawas the woman to fulfill his fantasy. That’s why she pickedthis particular cab, because she could tell that the cabbiewas new to this country, and wouldn’t call the cops onthem. He knew it wouldn’t take him long to come. *The ‘trick’ pulled away from her and turned her over ontoher stomach. He lifted her skirt higher and moved behindher and pressed his swollen dick into the cheeks of herlovely ass. Barbara knew what. ”“I want to write a bit before bed.”“I’ll read a bit more Zane Grey.”But he didn’t. Patrick’s cell phone rang.“Hello.”“Patrick, this is Tom. From Sturt.”“How are you?”“I’m fine, but there’s a problem cooking near you.”“To wit?”“About a half-dozen young Wonnarua decided they were tired of waiting for the claim of 2013 to be determined. So they occupied the Baiame cave. One of them just phoned me that some group from the OEH [Office of Environment and Heritage] said they would be ‘removed’. Milk dribbled out of the corner of her mouth, down her throat, and into the cleavage of her leotard. Finally, she lowered the carton and let out a long, satisfied sigh."God, I needed that."She noticed that we were staring at her."What?" She looked at the empty carton in her hand. "Oh, sorry about the milk. I'll bring you some more tomorrow." It's not that," I said finally. "You've got a little milk..." and motioned to my chin."Oh, thanks." She wiped her chin with her hand, and then did the same.