Sex, Parties and Lies
Sex, there was sex. Parties, all night long. And lies, you know that was Nick, for sure. It was our EOFY Party. It’s annual. It is when we can all coo about what a great year we had, financially. I remember, I had Chad by both wrists, over his back, he was completely naked. Gordon and Owen had some sort of win against the tax man. I think it meant their tax structure held up against ATO scrutiny. “Same shit, different year,” said Gordon. We danced. The lights were fierce, or was that the drugs. Mike got all the drugs. I think it was Mike looking over my shoulder when I had Chad by the wrists. We were having role play. He was a young, hungry intruder and I had caught him in the mink room. I made a citizen’s arrest, and magically his clothes all fell away. And then Mike was looking over my shoulder; “Very tasty.” What? You thought the cloak room was private, a place where potentially every person present couldn’t possibly have a potential have a connection. Well, yes. “Ah, ah. Ah ha,” ...