“Yeah, you did something.”
Dan turned to Fluke, always the ‘go to’ for tricky things. “What did I do?”
“I think you might have taken the plunge, mate.”
“What are you talking about?”
“She’s the one.”
“What?”
“She’s the one.”
“What one?”
Mitch jumped in, “Some pissed off angel in a nappy shot you in the fat head with a laser beam.”
“Be serious!”
“I am. She just hit you for six, Dan. You’re gone.”
Dan looked at Fluke to verify the emergence of this horror, both hands up as though to ward off the danger, to bounce the dirty truth of it away.
“Yeah,” said Fluke, “Your dog days are over bar how fast she tells you to fuck off and how long you stay depressed about it.”
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About Ainslie Paton
Ainslie Paton is a corporate storyteller working in marketing, public relations and advertising.
She’s written about everything from the African refugee crisis and Toxic Shock Syndrome, to high-speed data networks and hamburgers.
She writes cracking, hyper-real romances about strong women and the exciting men who love them.
Ainslie blogs at www.ainsliepaton.com.au and hangs out when she should be writing on Twitter @AinsliePaton.
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