“I said I don’t give a damn about what you think!” he said loudly. Marian rushed into the room, but Harvey held up one hand. Two other female fa...es peeked into the room. “I went out and got this job, and I’m gonna do this job, and if you don’t like it you can go sit in your damn bank and be mad about it,” he raged.“Boy,” announced his father, unbuckling his belt and pulling at it. “I am going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!” The look on his face was ugly.“I ain’t no fucking’ Boy!”. Maybe this was a way for him to feel special? Did he slip the bartender a few extra bucks to point him out? Maybe he frequents here enough that he is known by name? The familiar smell and sights of the interior greet my eyes as they strained to adjust to the dimness. I glanced around and see no one inside that resembles Paulie from his profile. FUCK, this guy is messing with me, he better not be some fat fuck slob with no life. More importantly than that, she better be his real wife. I. And she was, whispering, "Perhaps I can look under your hood and get your motor running.”Shelia giggled, and I marvelled at Bork’s luck, surprised at her aggressiveness. I thought Sweden was neutral, known mainly for its chocolate and watches. Which turned out to be pretty dumb, I had just confused Sweden with Switzerland. The conniving bitch then returned to the jukebox for her next selection, maybe the only Scandinavian song that gets everyone dancing, namely Dancing Queen.When the thumping. As a reaction to this I have got into the habit of instantly visualising them semi-clothed or naked, whilst wondering what is going on in their minds – which possibly explains my slightly extended eye contact. None of which helps my permanent sexual frustration of course ! Anita stifled a yawn or two and said that she felt like having a shower before retiring for the night, but suggested that I should not hurry myself and come along only after finishing my drink. As she rose and departed the.