That means I am going to tell you what we are going to do about this fine little mess we have, and then you are going to vote yes or no. If you vote y...s, then you go along with what I say. If you vote no, you don’t. There will be no discussion. There will be no changes to what I decide. It’s yes or no. If enough of you vote no, then I will be out as Chancellor.”“Then it’s NO, Buckman! Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!” yelled Boris. Several of the other Dregs grumbled an assent to. I just want to have fun.”“Band? My daughter tells me there’s a great band at the Laudermist.”I tootled my fingers. “Bobby and the Silver Spur...”“Featuring Karen Post,” he said. “Old cars? I have an old car ... scrap isn’t paying.”“Kind?”“Old Volvo...”“Where is it?”“Behind the garage.”“Look?”And here we go again ... Fifty bucks and I drove it to the gas station ... a 1966 Volvo 544 Sport. Carbs out of sync and timing off a plug. While I was getting it serviced a guy drove by, saw it and paid me. I sat there totally stunned my mother in law had just given me arguably the best blow job I had ever had, how the hell was I going to explain this to Jane, my mind was still swimming when I heard the shower stop and June singing away to herself in the bathroom she stopped singing and called out to me asking if we had any gel, thinking she meant hair gel I told her second drawer down, she shut the door and went back to singing, a few minutes passed and I heard the bathroom door open and her. ” I noted. Hoping she’d realise I wasn’t talking about her writing format.“My boyfriend helped with it.” She said pointedly, moving away from me a little. She lowered her head but I saw he eyes flick over my abdomen. This wouldn’t be tricky, I thought. “And where is your boyfriend these days?” I asked, my fingers brushing over her knuckles encouraging her to drop her arms. She didn’t resist, as I soon came to learn was rather typical of her. I took her firmly by the wrist and pulled her towards.