That's Robbo. He's a footy mate. He's not shy. In fact, he responds to anyone who looks at him. He doesn't really care where the attention comes from, as long as it does.
Amanda Comes Over
I open the front door and there is mum standing there. It is the first time I’d seen her since Xmas. “Hello,” she said. Diminutive, small. “Mum?” I knew Tim was getting out of the shower in minute. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Admittedly, I did stop to think about the state of play thus far. She didn’t call to say she was coming over. She always calls before she comes over. I’d just blown a joint, it was just beginning to hit, and yes, I may have hesitated. “You?” “Don’t even try to be funny, Josh,” said Amanda. She pushed passed me and entered the house. “It is me who is angry with you, we both know that.” My head had barely got around that, when naked Tim stepped into the hallway. And from where I was standing, Amanda copped the full show. Tim had had some of my joint, and he’s not even one for joints, so he was kinda slow. He raised his hand to eyes to shield them from the sun, now flooding in the front door, to see who it was. Then he slipped the towel in front of himself. “...
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