‘I don’t know what I did to be honest.’ Gary replied. ‘Is it? ‘Remember that day when Uncle David embarrassed himself in front of everyone at his birthday party?’ Rachel nodded. Promisingly she had also brought a wine bottle and a glass with her as from the house plodded Rachel, carrying a small cool bag. He looked over at a prone Rachel, the clip on her bikini top was undone and the straps lay either side of her flattened tits. Promisingly she had also brought a wine bottle and a glass with her as from the house plodded Rachel, carrying a small cool bag. ‘Gary, you might be able to drive a Ford Transit but that’s about it. ‘Who teld ya that?’ Tracey eyed him suspiciously, he had been a bit too forthright in his response. ‘No, not really, you bloody young spunker.’
‘How’s it you get that job then Gazza, when there’s so’s many more deservin?’ Asked Wayne, one of his mates on the job.
