He gently pushes me back against the car bonnet. “You are so sexy,” he whispers. Then he steps quickly to me, pulling me close and kissing me pass...onately. Our tongues meet heatedly as our mouths caress each other, my arms wrap tightly around him, pulling him closer. His hands waste no time in finding the buttons of my blouse, tugging them open one by one. He takes the time to caress my skin between each one, every touch showers me with sparks, he tugs my blouse out from my skirt, it comes free. Why? Because punk rock, that’s why! Even the washed-out fifties rug bass strap only added injury to this blatant insult to the eyes and yet he pulled the stunt with his trademark knowing grin.He crouched to grab his PET water bottle he had re-filled with can-beer. “Only water bottles allowed on stage,” the club manager had said. Needless to mention, this had not prevented Ed to get his habitual piss-warm stage beer. No good punk shows were ever played sober.As he toasted to the audience, one. ” A smiling Gerry nods and hands Owen the employment contract to read. Owen’s eyes go wide at the pay and terms, because it’s more than he’d ever dreamed of earning due to his low level of education. He hands the contract to his grandmother. He says, “That’s very good pay, why me?”“I’m putting together a team of the top computer programmers and hackers in the world. Mersey Man rates in the top ten, don’t you?” Owen is very surprised to have been found out.Mrs Jones says, “I told you to stop. It would take me a long time to realize how special of an afternoon that was. I did get to meet some major league scouts who had a tough time believing my dad that I was only fifteen. They promised to keep an eye on me for the next three years. I thought about explaining to them that I was going to college after high school, but I don’t really think they wanted to hear my opinion about anything, so I just smiled and nodded. I felt two familiar arms circling my waist.“THAT WAS FANTASTIC!”.