The other guy looked like a cast member straight out of the movie Good Fellas. As soon as I enter Bandage Face whispers in Good Fellas ear.My eyes are...only for my wife and when I spy her huddled in the corner I rush toward herGood Fella whipped around caught me by the front of my shirt, pulled my face close to his, and said. “Are you Steve Hawkings?”I had been half in a daze with worry for my wife and when this guy grabbed me the rest of the room came into focus. I hear the dog barking.Greg is. However he managed to drop three twenties onto the floor, and I had to stifle a laugh as he bent to retrieve them. He must have heard the slight giggle that escaped though, as he scowled, pulled on his clothes and left without another word. Thankfully, Pimples wasn’t a regular of mine. He had to be one of the worst shags i’ve ever had, and believe me, I’ve a worryingly large amount to choose from. Im a prostitute. Go on, Judge. Everyone does. I see the look on some people’s faces when I tell. "Good girl, now help me fix some supper and we can settle for the evening and just be thankful Gav forgot it was his turn to have that room. Then again with Aroha coming you'd probably have got it anyway," her Mum said with a smile."Can we go swimming tomorrow?" Tracey asked."If the weather holds up," Mum replied. "Day after that we have to collect Aroha from Taumaranui railway station."Supper was a simple affair of a few rolls filled with cooked meats and Colby (a type of cheese) and cool. "Who is she?" I asked. "Keen are we? She's called Laura, shes local apparently and just on a night out with her mates, she seemed really nice but wasn't interested in my advances" he replied. "I will leave it then, shame as she is stunning" I said taking another shot and standing to go hit the dance floor. After 20 minutes I had lost sight of her and brushed it off as a lost opportunity, I decided to go outside for a cigarette, as i left the back door into the smoking area, I was stopped in my.