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     So it was early on that Saturday morning, in the kitchen of the grand house, when Xavier had dressed himself and crept downstairs where he and Norman talked in whispers of the disappointment they found in each girl. Norman made the comment that Josephine could care less about him until she found out how huge his cock was, she doesn't give a fuck about me! Norman had said in his usual frustration. Xavier told Norman how he had not said anything about himself to Felicity, who slept soundly in her warm bed on the second floor.
     "If she knew I lived in a dorm room on campus, with no car, or posh apartment., no money." Xavier exhaled with a heavy sigh. "What could I do, pick her up on my bicycle, so she could ride on the handle bars?" he said rolling his eyes as Norman shook his head.
     "Well, if it's not one fucking thing with women, it's another." Norman said lamenting with his friend, then he gave Xavier a strange wry smile as he said standing up straight "Stupid girls. They don't give a fuck about us." then Norman began to rattle the gold coins in his pocket with his hand as he suggested "You know, we should teach these girls a lesson."
     "What do you mean?" Xavier looked confused.
     "Bringing back two total strangers to their family home? What if it had been two other blokes here tonight, besides us? Who knows what they might have done? Could'a been a couple of junkies all smacked up." Norman said as he watched Xavier's mind working over the information in his brain then he continued "Or, in future, they keep doing this.., I'm just saying it would be a shame if one of these girls gets murdered, or anything like that."
     Now Xavier thought this over and he soon was in agreement with Norman's logic and so he posed one question to his devious friend "How do we teach them this lesson?"
     Norman did not answer his question verbally, instead he pulled out three hands full of gold jewelry and coins as Xavier's eyes widen. For just a brief moment not a word was exchanged between them as they went through the stolen loot, their minds of the same accord. "I know a man we can sell this to tomorrow, we won't get the going rate, but that's the price we'll pay to keep it under the table." Norman said trying to calculate the amount of money they could cash in on.
     "We need to leave now!" Xavier said as a rush of blood went straight to his head as his heart rate quickened as he began to pace back and forth looking for a phone to call a taxi.
     "Hey mate," Norman said as he pulled a set of keys off a hook by the garage door as he rattled them getting Xavier's attention. "There's a Jaguar parked out there. Let's just take it down back to the Van, then we'll leave it parked on the street, it's not like we would be stealing the car, we'll just take it for a ride." Norman said calmly as Xavier appeared to be nearing a state of panic. "I mean unless you want to walk back five miles in the cold."
     "No. I think we should just take the car and go. They don't even know who we are, or anything about us. Fuck them! We are only doing this to teach these girls a lesson." Xavier said a gleam in his eyes.
     "Yeah! Fuck them it's for their own good!" the two men made a quick sweep of the living room making sure to collect any items they might have left behind and within three minutes they were gone. Norman behind the wheel of the shiny, expensive automobile, the Rolling Stones on the radio, two pockets full of gold, and his best friend sitting in the passengers seat, as the drove down the quite, snow covered streets of London. Norman felt a thrill in his heart, the blood rush through his veins, and he felt strange, as if he were on the verge of some great new adventure. Little did Norman Pierce realize just what a terrible outcome awaited him, for the Fates are a cruel and wicked mistress and they had crafted a very special plan for our dear, poor, stupid Norman. Yet, of all of this, he was quite unaware for Norman Pierce's mind was solely focused on monetary gains, by whatever nefarious means necessary.

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     Now, after a time, all had settled down with one another, Xavier curled up in the warmth of Felicity's bed as they slept peacefully dreaming quite dreams, Norman sprawled out on Josephine's bed under a thick down comforter as a light snow began to fall outside the frosted windows. All was still in the great house save the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock downstairs. Norman rolled over turning his back on the slumbering Josephine who had consumed far too much alcohol than a girl of her small stature should, so she had passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow. However, Norman awoke craving a cigarette. He carefully got up from the large comfortable bed and its many silken pillows, as he quietly slipped on his trousers, dressing himself so he could go out into the cold night and have a smoke.
     Norman made his way down stairs as he admired the furnishings, gilt mirrors, posh sofas and art work. So elegantly decorated was this fine English home, the likes of which he had never seen at first hand, that he tip toed quietly around feeling as though he were in a grand museum. This house was fit for the Queen, he thought as he sat down in the living room by the cold fireplace putting on his shoes. Norman found his jacket and fumbled for his Marlboro Reds then he went outside leaving the backdoor slightly ajar. The bitter cold and falling snow was too much for his nicotine addiction so he made a hasty retreat back inside. Norman was a bit hungry so he went into the massive kitchen; which was, he deemed, larger than his mother's entire apartment. Here a thought sprung to his mind, how unfair life was, his mother was a saint of a woman living on a fixed income in a tiny flat, and here living the life of wealth and privilege was this rich family, who had bred to stupid whores, who were so misguided as to bring two strange men into their home on a Friday night. Not that the two of them had any ill intentions of harming Felicity or Josephine, but Norman felt he should teach these two 'dodos' a lesson. So he wandered into the master bedroom; which had a huge carved oak bed in the center of the great room, it looked like something out of a Tudor mansion and Norman wondered how many hundreds of years the antique bed could be. Fuck Me! He thought, for if he had known about this bed he would have much rather rogered Josephine here, instead of on the top of the stairs. Then he felt a secret desire in his heart to one day be wealthy like this family and fuck all the girls he wanted in a bed like this.
     Norman fell in the bed having a silent moment of peace and relaxation, but when he rolled over Norman caught a glimpse of a large jewelry chest sitting on a the wooden dresser carved with vines and roses. His eyes lit up when he opened up the teak wood jewelry box where he found many gold, platinum and diamond rings, necklaces, brooches etc... His curiosity peaked when he lifted up the first and second trays where he saw on the bottom of the velvet lined box about thirty gold coins minted in South Africa. Here with the gold in his hand Norman knew exactly how he would teach these stupid girls a lesson. So he filled his pockets with as much of the small treasure he could take. Then he exited the room with a smile on his face as he shut off the light, and then crept down the hall to Felicity's room where he found Xavier sleeping.
     "Hey mate." Norman whispered gently shaking Xavier awake. "C'mon we gotta get outta here."

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     Shortly there after, the old black cab pulled up in front of a large, three story Georgian Style, red brick/white columned, expensive town house; which was lit up in resplendence with bright Christmas lights with pine wreaths hung on the double front doors. Norman paid the taxi driver as he climbed up out of the back seat, as he stood out on the sidewalk in the posh neighborhood he looked up at the great house. Norman was a common man, of common means, who spoke of common things, so this would, indeed, be his first shot at hanging out with the rich crowd. However, for Xavier Antonio De La Rosa Diaz, this would be just one of many fabulous homes he was welcome in, in fact, this home was small, compared to what Xavier was accustomed to at his family's palatial ranch in Argentina. He noted this home was about as large as his family's gatehouse. Nonetheless, Xavier was grateful to be welcome in here tonight with a beautiful 'English Rose' to entertain him, and he was even happier his good friend Norman would be getting some action as well.
     As Joey searched for the keys in her purse Felicity turned and had a look of surprise mixed with caution on her pretty face as she grabbed Xavier by the hand and said "But wait, you haven't even told us your names." she said in a demanding tone, so Xavier thought he would make a little joke and said "I'm Tom Watson, and this is my good friend Johnny Miller." he smiled waiting for her to laugh, but these two young girls had no idea about the winners of the British Open '76 + '77, the American Pros who trounced the U.K. at their own game.
     "Tom?" Felicity gave a confused look saying "That doesn't sound very ethnic."
     "It is short for Thomas." Xavier said in his deep, sexy, Latin voice.
     "Alright then, come on in Tommy! Johnny!" Joey said opening up the red door ushering the lot of them in from out of the cold.
     Here Xavier and Norman gave a knowing look to one another as they laughed, smiling as they entered into the lavishly decorated home, complete with a twenty foot Douglas Fir Christmas Tree all lit up in the foyer by the grand staircase. Norman thought how stupid these girls were bringing two strange men back to their wealthy family's empty home. It wasn't that he had any bad intentions, but he knew some other bloke they bring back, in future, might not be as gentlemanly as he. These birds are a couple of 'Dodos', Norman thought to himself as they all settled down for a cold winter's night. As Joey lit a fire in the massive carved marble fireplace, Felicity opened up a bottle of her parents, who were on a ski holiday in Switzerland, expensive bottles of Bordeaux, as Norman chopped out few lines of cocaine on top of a family photograph, one of many in silver frames atop a baby grand piano, were Xavier sat himself down at, playing a little music for them as they all sat down together warming themselves by the fire. After much laughter and crude come-ons the couples paired off, Xavier went to take a shower with Felicity as Norman and Joey went up to her bedroom on the third floor, now here Norman's passion exceeded his need for a bed and, just as they were nearing the landing, Norman took Josephine in his arms kissing her deeply. With  fevered brow he slowly brought her down to the ground where there, upon the top of the stairs, the two came together with much desperation and vigor. This was difficult for the young woman as he was too much for her to handle. Her small frame was not designed for the shape of his body, but she did her best and bit her lip and carried on, for she would not just 'lie back and think of England' no, she preferred to revel in every minute she, and her 'Johnny" would spend together tonight, because tomorrow, when she sobered up, she knew she would be far too embarrassed by her licentious behavior to ever see her big, sweet, Johnny again. As for now she was still naked and drunk and so was he.

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     "Well hello, Mary Jane." the 18 year old said as she caught the sweet aroma of the marijuana cigarette Norman was puffing away on like a dragon. She took her hands out of Xavier's crotch, as he kissed the other brunette passionately. "Mind if I join you" she purred moving over to the opposite seat as she sat on the lap of the massive, bald, broad shouldered man, much to his delight.
     "Make yourself comfortable." Norman smiled as the lovely young lass sat atop his lap then he passed her the smoldering joint asking "How old are you?"
     "Eighteen." she smiled taking a long cool drag, inhaling deeply within her lungs.
     "Perfect!" Norman said his eyes lit up as he slipped on of his beefy arms around the little lady, who looked like a doll sitting upon the lap of the giant of a man. Xavier glanced over at the two as his girl kissed his neck running her hand over his rock hard abs.
     "What's your name?" Xavier asked softly.
     The green eyed, raven haired, 17 year old, fresh faced, bright eyed, young woman smiled and said "Felicity." here Norman and Xavier started laughing.
     "Like Felicity Kendal?" Xavier asked as Norman continued laughing.
     "Yes, except she's much older than I am." she said smugly.
     "Say," Norman said as he took the joint away from his smoking partner as he took a drag asking "What's your name, doll face?"
     "Joey."
     "Funny name for a girl." he laughed.
     "It's short for Josephine." she said giving him a punch in the arm taking the joint back as she asked. "Well, what's your name then."
     "Clyde." he smiled as he tried not to laugh as he said "That's short for Clydesdale, on account I'm hung like one!" here the four gathered there in the cab erupted with laughter, as they made their way through the streets of London all lit up for Christmastime, as Joey blushed. However, when Norman took her free hand and placed it upon his crotch, Joey felt his massive, throbbing erection as her eyes widen  her grip tightened, something began to stir deep within her when she realized, for the first time as a woman, this was no laughing matter. A rush of blood sent a thrill to her heart and sweet, young, depraved Josephine's mind filled with much lust and desire and she vowed to herself she would have this man tonight. She was ever so glad she had come out tonight as her heart raced with anticipation of riding this well endowed Englishman. So she took the joint and passed it over to Felicity as she looked into the eyes of this stranger as she kissed him opening her mouth up deeply to him. Norman had to control himself as he felt the wet warmth of her mouth as he ran his hands up and down her tight little body and perky breast.
    
  

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     Now two weeks had passed for Xavier uneventfully. He studied hard and tried to stay out of trouble, keeping to himself. In the first few days, after the attack in the alley, he was fearful the police might show up and question him about what had transpired. Though, the three young men never reported the incident, merely tending to their injuries at Hospital. So, thankfully, justice was never forthcoming, much to Xavier's relief.
     Xavier had decided to save the money he had left so he might be able to afford to treat his sisters to a Christmas Eve dinner at the Savoy in a few weeks. It had been cold and rainy much of the days, the last time he enjoyed the warmth of the sun on his face was that Saturday morning when Norman dropped him off at the entrance to the University. Xavier had been very depressed and troubled. Homesick as he was, Xavier struggled to make it through class and the endless hours reading/studying in the Library. It was on this particular dark, dismal, drizzle filled, Friday night, around 7:00 when Xavier gathered up his economics/finance books and notepads and pencils into his well worn brown leather back pack as the librarian and her assistant began to close for the night. Xavier said goodnight to Lizzy as the two went outside going their separate ways, heading back to the boredom of their dorm rooms, when Xavier was shocked to see the old Locksmith van his friend Norman drove and worked out of.
     Xavier approached the vehicle peering in to see if Norman was sitting inside, but he did not find any trace of the giant of a man. Until Xavier heard the cling-clang, rattling of skeleton keys, screwdrivers and ball peen hammers etc... attached to Norman's tool belt.
     "Hey ho! Whattcha' up to mate!" came Norman's deep booming voice that did Xavier's heart good to hear.
      "Norm! What brings you out tonight?" Xavier said as he strode over, a cheerful smile on is face as he shook hands with his new friend.
     "Got a call out to open up a safe." Norman informed him as a lightness lifted his heart, for Norman was glad to have run into his Latin friend.
     "Yeah?"
     "Yup, one of these old geezer dropped dead, no one had the combination to his office safe, so eighty quid later and I got it opened for them." he said in a braggadocios manner.
     "Wow, you can open up safes as well?" Xavier asked impressed with his friend's skill.
     "You know it! There's nothing I can't get into!" Norman laughed then added with a cheek "Well, I tell a lie there is one thing I can't get into." he smiled wryly.
     "Yeah? What's that?"
     "Felicity Kendal's pants!" Norman laughed heartily as Xavier looked confused.
     "Who is Felicity Kendal?" Xavier asked, as he was unfamiliar with the comedies of the BBC.
     "Who is Felicity Kendal? What are you like?" Norman said a little offended Xavier had no clue as to the hot blond actress he was referring to. However, Norman knew his friend of foreign origin was missing out on a lot of things British so he wanted to teach Xavier all about his home the great bustling city of London and all the bright lights of the big city offered, from the street life to the music. And when he learned Xavier had never even tried 'fish and chips' Norman decided right then and there that Xavier should come out to London so he could see how regular folk, the non-polo playing sort, down to earth, hard working people had fun on the weekend.
      Xavier hurried back to his dorm room as Norm tagged along to have a slash and see where Xavier lived on campus. Norman was shocked to see just how tiny of a room it was. As he waited for Xavier to shower and change Norman looked around the small desk where he thumbed through a few books, then he came across a picture of Xavier with two beautiful young women, who he assumed correctly were Xavier's sisters. Norman stood there gazing at the faces and sweet happy smiles of the dark eyed beauties as Xavier came back into the room from the hallway.
     "This is Felina, here on my left and my little sister Serena on my right." Xavier said pointing at the photograph taken at one of his winning polo matches. He looked at the image of himself and he felt sad not having a riding uniform, his string of ponies, or a team anymore.
     "Don't be offended mate, but Goddamn! Your sisters are fucking gorgeous! How old are they?"
     "Felina is twenty four!"
     "Same age as me! Perfect!" his eyes lit up and Xavier tried not to laugh for he well knew Norman was not Felina's type of man.
     "Serena is sixteen." he said as he took the photo away from Norman who leered at the images of his sisters a little too long.
     "Look at you! Damn fine in your polo gear!" Norman said impressed by his friend's former accomplishments in a very rigorous and dangerous sport. "Well come on let's get outta here! There's a band I'm going out to see tonight and I think you will like them." Norman said as the two men exited the residency hall and went out to the old beaten up work van. As they climbed in Norman fired up the engine and turned up the 8 track player in his dash as he said "Give 'em a listen, They're called the Stooges."
     A loud, in your face, guitar riff came out of the speakers as a wild voiced singer belted out 'I'm a street walkin' cheetah with a heart full of napalm! I'm a runaway son of the Nuclear A-Bomb! I am the worlds forgotten boy the one who searches to destroy! Somebody gotta help me please! Somebody gotta save my soul!' here Norman sang along to the loud, harsh, music. This was not something that was to the liking of Xavier as he preferred classical guitar, Jeff Beck , Eric Clapton, Led-Zeppelin. This new style of punk and new wave music took a little getting used to, but a few pints of lager and few lines of cocaine later and Xavier had a great time at the club. He and Norman slammed danced in the 'mosh pit' in front of the stage as the band played on fueling the rage in Xavier's heart he harbored against his mother who had alienated him from his family, his friends, his money, wealth and privilege. So Xavier raged on through the entire weekend and he and Norman had more fun than to young men should be allowed to have. It was after the show when Xavier caught the eye of two hot young birds who were just dying to chat up the handsome, strong, dark eyed young man. So enamoured with Xavier were they, the two invited him and Norman back to their family townhouse in Holland Park where, with their parents away for weekend,  the two sisters had the grand house all to themselves. So the 19 year old Latin male from Argentina and the 24 year old locksmith from Islington hopped in the back of a taxi with the 17 and 18 year old brunettes. Norman sat across from the trio who began kissing and fondling one another in the back seat as Norman lit up a big joint thoroughly entertained by what he was watching. Norman liked his new handsome friend who could get him closer to the really fit/hot girls.
    

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     "Hey," Norman said shaking his new found friend awake on the sofa. "Xavier, wake up, it's 10:00 o'clock in the morning. I've got a call to go on. Time to get you home." he said as the handsome, dark eyed young Latin man, awoke groggy and in pain. "How you feelin' mate?"
     "Like I was run over by a car." Xavier said as he held his stomach as he sat up and tried to come alive, squinting his eyes from the morning light flooding in from the open windows.
     "Yeah, they got you pretty good last night. Good thing I came along when I did." the big burly man, a few years his senior, said, here Xavier realized, now in the sober light of day, just how massive this Englishman was, broad shouldered, barrel chested, shaved head, tall as the doorway, give him a shield and a sword and he would have made a fine Spartan.
     "Thank God you showed up when you did, Norman was it?" Xavier gave a smile with true thanks to God in his heart. "I believe I owe you my life." he said as Norman shook his head as Xavier promised himself he would repay this stranger one day for helping him.
     "Nah! Nah! Think nothin' of it." Norman said shaking his head laughing recalling his part in the fight. "I thought you needed a hand, besides let's get you together and be on our way. I gotta get out to Soho, a shop owner lost his keys, so it's back to work for me." Norman gathered up Xavier's jacket and shirt as he laced up his Italian leather cap- toe shoes.
     "Wait." Xavier paused "Where is your mother? I would like to thank her for her hospitality last night?"
     "She's down to the Vicarage. Last Saturdays are for the church bake sale." Norman informed Xavier as they made their way slowly down to the work van. The pain in his abdominal wall made it difficult for Xavier to move at his normal pace. As the two young men made their way down together Xavier explained just who exactly those ruffians were last night. As they drove back to his campus Xavier further explained his recent trouble over the summer and fall, the polo match, the crippled player, his mother cutting him off, losing his car, apartment, lifestyle, etc...
     Now Norman Pierce thought the story Xavier told was enthralling and depressing all at the same time. Both men lamented about their troubles with women. Norman told Xavier how Sheila had dumped him for a new executive she worked with. An older, richer, more educated man of means, "and he swept my little Shelia, his receptionist, right off her feet." Norman sighed as he waited at a red light. "I tell you this Xavier, I don't how the women in Argentina are, but here in England women here only care about two things in a man. 1. How big is his dick. 2. How big is his bank account."  
      Xavier rolled his eyes and gave a disgusted look saying "It's the same in Argentina."  Xavier was reminded how his Lilly spurned his romantic love for her, as soon as his mother cut him off. Without the trappings of wealth the 18 year old, green eyed, blond, fresh faced model wanted nothing to do with him. So Xavier shared the sorrow of his heart with his very understanding new found friend, who was quite sympathetic. And strange it was, how they should meet and then form a real bond of friendship on the twenty or so minute drive back to the University. By the end of the short ride that is exactly what the two former strangers had become, Friends. Xavier was very glad to have such a formidable looking man on his side and as he turned to get out of the van he stopped and wished to show an expression of his appreciation to Norman Pierce. So he took out his wallet opening it up and he then slipped out four, one hundred pound notes handing over half of the money he had left, given to him by his sister Felina.
     "I can't take your money, just for doing the right thing." Norman said trying to hand the money back to his friend.
     "I insist! Go, take your mother out for a nice dinner, bring her some flowers, do something nice for that dear sweet lady." Xavier smiled as a warmth came to his heart as he thought of the kindness and care given to him freely by Norman's mother.
     Norman smiled his grey eyes lighting up by Xavier's suggestion. "Alright mate. You win. Say," he paused slipping him one of his business cards "Here, if you ever need a free Locksmith, or you want to go grab a pint call this number. It's an answering service, they'll take your message and page me." Norman said as he pulled out a large square black device a little large than a pack of cigarettes; which he unhooked from his belt.
     Xavier took the card, shook Norman's hand, then he climbed out of the old work van and stood on the sidewalk at the main entrance to the campus as he waved, watching Norman drive away. Xavier Antonio De La Rosa Diaz then walked back to his dorm room secure in the knowledge he was safe and still had 400 pounds of cold hard cash. Now, truthfully cash was the only thing Xavier really cared about. Money was Power. When Xavier was stripped away of his money and lifestyle he felt weak and unattractive, now with even this little bit, what would be a paltry sum to his mother, made Xavier feel better about himself as he walked a little taller, the warm sun on his face, a gentle autumn breeze rustling through red and yellow leaves of the trees as he made his way back to his tiny dorm room to have a nice long hot shower and go back to sleep.

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     Now it only took a few minutes for Xavier to fall fast asleep on the long comfortable couch that smelled of green apples for some reason. Deeply he felt his mind and body relax as he curled up underneath the warm blanket the old woman provided. A nice, quiet dream filled his head and Xavier dreamt he was back at home on his ranch high in the saddle, riding his beloved polo pony 'Mr.Whiskey' with the wind in his hair and the warm Argentine sun on his face.
      "You seem so blue lately son? What's the matter?" Gertrude inquired of her only child, who was the spitting of her dear departed husband Dennis Pierce, God rest his soul.
     Norman looked across the table not having much of an appetite as he sighed setting his elbow on the table and his hand on his forehead "Shelia sent me packing." the exasperated, desolate man said in all honesty to his mother, whom he respected highly.
      "Dear, oh dear..," she shook her head giving her son a sincere look of sympathy and understanding as she set her fork down on her plate, reaching over to touch his right hand across the table asking "Now when did this occur?"
      "A few nights back." he said eating a bit of his mashed peas.
      "Where have you been staying these last few days?" his mother asked deeply concerned.
      "In my work van." Norman confessed humbly.
      "That will not do Norman! After our meal here, go down and collect your belongings, bring it all up to me. I am sure your clothes need a good washing." she instructed him showing her devotion to her beloved child.
      "Thanks mum."
      "I just want you to know son, you needn't be embarrassed about matters of the heart here in this house. Nor should you be 'camping' out in your vehicle. My Lord these past few nights have been terribly cold! You must have been freezing out there!"
      "It was fine mum, honestly."
      So mother and son sat a bit longer eating up their midnight supper of scrambled eggs, mashed peas and fried sausages and home baked honey wheat berry bread with Devon Shire double clotted cream. His mother could see the pain and loss on her son's face and she well knew every time he lost a girl he would go into a sort of mourning for her, as if she had actually died and was alive no more. Gertrude thought this a peculiar trait in the boy. So she tried to change the subject.
     "Oh my, I was so busy baking today I completely forgot to remind you." she said as her eyes lit up with the news. Stevie called for you this morning." his mother smiled.
      "What does he want?" Norman replied not pleased with the information.
      "He says to tell you to come out to a place called..," she thought for a moment "Rawhide! They'll be doing a jig at midnight."
       "A Gig, mum. It's called a gig."
       She laughed at herself loudly bring Xavier to stir in his sleep then she quieted her laughter "Of course! Silly me. He said to tell you they are playing under the name 'The Spots'?" she said unsure why the band would change their name, being they were already so popular, controversial, but popular none the less.
     "Did he sound smacked up?" Norman said having no inclination of seeing his former mates.
     "A little, but that's their lifestyle. And I have always told you. If you are going to allow someone to be your friend you have to accept them for who they are, not what they do." now, as most motherly advice, this went in one ear and right out the other. "Besides, he also told me the band is having a great big Christmas party next month for all the children of the firefighters who've been on strike. Won't that be nice, presents for the little ones. What a lovely gesture." Gertrude said trying to put his old friends in a good light, but of course Norman was not impressed as he rolled his eyes.
      "Well now, let me think. The Sex Pistols throwing a Christmas Party for children, surely this is one of the signs of the Armageddon. I can see it now, the opening song can be 'I want an abortion!'!"