My friends from of old all lived there and I would be meeting more of them, but it would be as if for the first time. They would be new friends. What ... had learned about those I had met, was that they were the best friends a person could want, but I didn’t have a history with them. My company was there. My history was there and I was becoming more confident I would eventually remember it. However, now I felt more at home in Newcastle. I didn’t have much of a history with Trish and our friends. ‘Great’ thought Andrea, ‘The jackass dropped me. “Hello?” She tried out. “Yes, ma’am. I’m still here. I was just on the other line with the EMT’s trying to get them to check into your story. But the beach lifeguard is also here and he is quite positive that no one has been out swimming or out on a boat in quite sometime.” He continued on. “What makes you think that you can fool us into running around trying to looking for a scarf, or something just so you college kids can get a few laughs? So. BUT, if I beat them down, I go to jail, wind up like Wendell Brown... Even though there were three of them, it’d probably be easy to fuck them up. Contrary to popular Western belief, very few Chinese, in China, nowadays, know Kung Fu, or have ever been in a real fight.BUT, if they did know Kung Fu, went Jackie Chan on my ass, I’d get my face smashed, get robbed, go to the hospital, pay extortionate medical bills, and maybe ALSO go to jail, all of which would totally suck.Lose-Lose, Option C.So,. Leaving her stool to go to the toilet, the lads all clocked her arse in the tight skirt, discussing how they'd love to fuck her. When she came back she found someone had taken her chair so had to stand with the lads, who were surrounding her in the dark corner. She felt hands feel her leather clad buttocks and was going to tell the guys to fuck off but decided to let it pass, enjoying their banter.A round of shots was brought to the table. "One for you" said Sean, a tall lad from Northern.