I think. I attest to every single word as truth ... but I have to admit ... my adventures would make one hellofa movie. There are times I don’t beli...ve a word.I admit I feel sorry for Banker Shingle every time Lawyer Shingle opens that damn briefcase. It’s quite the tale and I’d better get to writing while I’m home. Sultry insists on going next time. And those damn interfering Powers that Be have said the same.The lights were on, I had read the day away. I could feel the generator running down. ”“As you wish.” He produced a bundle of twenties from a tucker bag and handed some to Jos. “Go!”They made the loop off the Victoria Highway to fuel up at the IOR, then Zeke drove to the Kimberley where they bought a half-dozen burgers, to Coles for two slabs of beer, and then back onto the highway. Less than an hour later, they were nearing the Wyndham airfield and a few minutes later there was a track off to the left. Two men were sitting on stones, watching traffic.“Ask the wankers,” Zeke. The lights were off and the room was dimly lit by a streetlamp outside her window, its stray light filtering around the curtain. Kit caressed her back and buttocks, enjoying the sense of the sweet exhaustion that comes after.“Now, isn’t this a better way to make sure we’re up in time for Plattsburgh?” she asked.“Mmm ... My phone alarm is set, your phone alarm is set and your alarm clock is set -- to go off at five minute intervals starting at four fifty. If that doesn’t get one of us up...” He. Then we all sat and chatted about differant things, Rita was saying how she would have a word with her Husband to see if he could find me a job, as the sun got hotter we all went for a swim, as I was walking out of the sea I felt a sharp pain in my foot. I had stood on some broken Glass and cut my foot badly Rita, Tracey and Sue got me up to the beach hut and Rita got the first aid box out telling the others to go and enjoy them selves and closing the door, she boiled the kettle and washed my.