He went into the kitchen to make dinner but he couldn't. He heard his phone buzz and raced back to his phone. "Erm, actually they have left already if...you want to come over now? Hope you are ready for me x." Zain flicked the TV off and shot to the door. He was out in seconds, and over the road within a minute. He knocked on the door. Usually he would just walk in, but it was different today. He heard footsteps and the door began to open. The sight that greeted him was like something out of a. My friend Dave was coming but he has to work now. I've got a spare ticket and a good tent. Come with me, there will be plenty of good music, drinking and partying, whatever takes your fancy really.”Mom actually looked quite thrilled to be asked, but hid it in her reticent response. “Son, I'd love to but everyone will be way younger than me.”“That's rubbish,” I responded. “There will be plenty of people your age, and older there. Mom, just come along with an open mind, we'll have great fun.. Sports, new clients at the office, etc...I started talking with Tom, to my right. "During the week, we usually come here. On a Friday, we'll go to Big Al's." I'd heard of the strip club but had never been there. "The girls are the best in the country...great table dances...", Tom said. The guys at the other end of the table must have been talking about the same thing, because I overheard one of them saying, "Not often you see a girl, wearing' a garter belt... much less slide her ass across. Slamming on the brakes as a car cuts in front of them, his mother can only sigh. Looking around traffic has nearly come to a halt with almost everyone trying to fight for a better position in line. ‘If only people would take their time and work together, things would probably go smoother,’ thinks Spencer. For only eight, he has a lot of insight and ideas. Where he got it from his mother could only wonder. Of course what she didn’t know or anyone for that matter was he saw things that no one.