The two bikers roared off and as they went, I noticed that they haddifferent leather jackets on this time. One said in studs, "I Luv Sex"the other one...said, "I've got a headache."I limped up the steps, opened the peeling front door and went in thehouse. I wondered what the hell I was to do now, as I walked up thetastefully uncarpeted staircase to my room.I went in, shut the door with a bang and went to sit on the bed and putmy head in my hands.Just then there was a quiet knock on the door.I. You see, our society teaches us to be "normal," and that we won't be happy until we have that perfect job, that perfect wife, that perfect house, that perfect family circle, that perfect life - -well - -do you know what I say to that? FUCK YOU SOCIETY - - AND THE FUCKING RED, WHITE AND BLUE HORSE YOU FUCKING RIDE ON! I hear the knock on my door for the second time now, and then I remembered about Sophia from a few blocks down the street, to come over and look after my son, as I had to be to. Which is about when Rachel walked in on her.“You can’t be serious, Staci. What about the rules? Helena does not do ‘parties’.”“Calm down Rachel. Two middle-aged guys is hardly what I’d call a party, and anyway, I’ve already dealt with Carl before and he’s fine. Trust me, the way I’ve been feeling lately, I’ll probably be the one to wear them out, not the other way around.”**********************As was her ritual these days, Staci stood in front of her full length mirror casting a critical eye. 'Thank you' she said, 'My name's Charlotte' 'I'm Phil', I replied smiling back at her.We made our way to the room giving each other a potted history of our lives - she was 30, divorced, no k**s and lived in York but wanted to move somewhere, anywhere to get away from her ex-husband & his interfering family. I had sold the family business and was going to work for the supermarket in the least responsible job they would give me after a lifetime of responsibility. 'What would you like to do first?.