" Isn't that tonight," Katrina said, "I mean aren't we supposed to be there in half-an-hour?" Okay," Joyce said smiling, "I'll tell you the story but ...ou can't get me to sleep outside by that creek for anything!" Were you able to talk to that friend of yours from the local hospital," Lana asked."Yes," Joyce said smiling, "and he's happy to help. He says everything we need will be here by tonight." Great," Lana said jumping on Joyce's lap as everyone watched a movie and giving her an intimate. His eyes were dark, almost black and light freckles dusted the tops of his high cheekbones. His arms were covered in tattoos, maybe tribal— Shit. I was staring. Shit. He waved his hand in front of my glazed eyes. ‘Hey. You stoned or something lady? I was just checking to see if you, uh—’ ‘Needed help?’ I squeaked. ‘Yeah. Do you need help?’ ‘Uh. Feeder fish. Do you have feeder fish?’ ‘Right in front of you.’ He rubbed the back of his head with his hand, and a tattoo of the Sydney opera house. So this was Gillian in one of her more wayward moments, there were others but not as brazen or daring. My main mode of transport when at home was a 350 Matchless motor cycle, I loved that bike and so did Gillian, if we were going for a ride out I would pick her up at home and she would come out looking very sheepish wearing her sheepskin pilots jacket, a favourite among the bikers and I knew straight away why she had the sheepish look, it was because she had nothing on underneath the jacket,. The excitement level in the room vaulted up to a new level. Beer bottles began to line the stage lip as tributes from the audience. When the song came to an end and the crowd erupted, I left the keyboard and began distributing beer bottles to my band mates and to the crowd to great applause. I passed a beer over to one very hot babe who was dancing in front of the stage. I'd noticed her when I was playing. Rather, I'd noticed her unbridled tits shaking up a storm. When she took the bottle, she.