Mrs Byrne could see me staring at the dog."Its a good dog, don't mind her barking Jay, she is jealous, can you see she is jealous of you?"I turned to ...ook at Mrs Byrne in bewilderment"The dog is jealous of you fucken me and eating me, that is her job. Thats what we were doing before you arrived"I stared at her in shock, now I know why her pussy was dripping, she had been fucking the dog......"What time is it now Jay?" Mrs Byrne asked meI was still in a degree of shock thinking that she has let. I was now the owner of a yellow, dinged up anddirty Fiat Seicento. It was tiny and embarrassing.As a letting agent, I had just bought myself a brand new BMW with leatherinterior. I was so proud of it. Now, I slid myself in to the scratchyupholstery that I quickly noted was stained. I scanned the backseat tosee several loose shopping bags. I was so exhausted working all the timethat I didn't pay much attention to the cleanliness of the car. You haveto have priorities. Well, at least that's what. Our own Psychiatric nurses sorted out the time wasting malingerers fromthose who were truly off their gourd. Or equally, telling the 'drunk andsad' from those that were going to walk out the door and off themselves.I used the term 'our people' loosely. They were psych nurses. So theyweren't anywhere near as good as me, but beggars can't be choosers Isuppose.Even then it was a bit self selective.Our weirdest psych nurses were the ones that volunteered for thisposting. And that was saying. "Sure," I replied."Mum I'm home," she called out, "this is Terry," she introduced me."Hello Terry," she said with a smile, "I've heard a lot about you." Mum please," gasped Clare."What, oh yes sorry," said her mum, "I'll make some tea."We sat down in the back room and tea arrived. After a few uncomfortable silent minutes."Are you still seeing Sandra?" she asked."Yeah great girl," I said truthfully."Oh, that's nice," she said, but suddenly my heart stopped beating, I just had the silliest.