This is pure gold. I'm sure whatever you've got going can be rescheduled!" Tell you what, Drew," Brock said with derision dripping from every syllable... "you call the U.S. Women's Soccer team and the Norwegian National Team and see if they'll push back their match. You get that worked out and I'll do whatever the fuck you want. But do not ever agree to something on my behalf without discussing it with me first. Do you understand?" Fine," Drew said. Brock closed his phone before the man could. Jeff's smile widened as he took Sam's hand and started to lead her off down the darkened road. "How should I know? It was parked up by the side of the road with some others and was the easiest to hot-wire..."I groaned quietly to myself, running my hand through my dark, crew cut hair; at least I now knew why he'd taken so long to bring 'his' car round to the front of the club to pick us up. Samantha pressed her body closer into Jeff's as she breathed, "Oh, how exciting! Travelling in a stolen. Cynthia giggled, and then whispered in his ear. Tony nodded."Cynthia and I are off -- Ah -- to catch the next performance of "Rebel without a cause" at the Rialto in Lord Street, see you later." I'll meet you at the station at ten for the last train." Cynthia said to Brenda, and with that farewell she and Tony climbed into a waiting tram car, which soon set off on the mile long journey back along the pier to Southport's main street.Brenda stared after the fast disappearing tram. "Bloody great. Claus moved in next to me." I answered still being a bit sarcastic since my adrenaline was running around my bloodstream. And then there was the stubbed toe adding pain signals to the proceedings."Oh the costume. Well, I was playing Mrs. Claus for some k**s tonight. We, where I work, we get together and take some toys around to one of the shelters for the k**s. We tell them that Santa had to delegate cause there's just too much for him to cover in one night." Well, at least you don't have to.