taken aback. There standing in front of him is a girl, dressed in a one piece leather motorbike suit, probably her costume for the night. But he has to hand it to her, it fits her to perfection.
‘So you playing the whole part then,’ Tommy says smiling at her.
‘I beg your pardon, but do I know you? And whether I have blackcurrant in my Guinness is frankly none of your business. But I will tell you anyway. I put blackcurrant in because otherwise it gives me heartburn and just so we are clear, I am not playing a part.’
‘Oh god, oh god look, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to offend,’ Tommy is now stuttering over his words, how could he have just insulted the nicest looking biker chick he ever has come across. ‘Look let me pay for your drink, Mike that’s on me,’ Tommy shouts to the barman. He can feel his cheeks burning scarlet now, he could kick himself. And Tommy watches now as John makes his way back to his seat. Glad to have the company and change the subject.
‘Well, looky here,’ John says as he wraps his arms around the girl Tommy has just insulted. ‘I see you have met my sister then.’
Now Tommy really wants to die, he is sure you can fry an egg on his cheeks at this stage.
‘Well, no, not formally,’ Tommy says looking at the ground.
‘Well, Tommy Dunne, meet my sister Maria, surely you saw her Hornet parked outside on your way in.’
‘Your bike,’ Tommy has the words out of his mouth before he can take them back, but before anyone can say more he jumps in ‘sure, of course it’s your bike.’
With that both John and Maria burst out laughing.
‘I see you’re not very experienced with chatting up the opposite sex,’ John laughs
‘Well, I might as well come clean. I am one of six boys so the only woman in our house is my Ma and you certainly wouldn’t be cheeky with her. She’d box your ears as quick as look at you.’
At that, both John and Maria sat listening to Tommy telling stories about growing up with five brothers and how his Ma has a handle on them all.
‘Are they all married now?’ Maria asks him.
‘The eldest three are, so she is constantly nagging me to bring a girl home.’
‘And why don’t you?’ Maria asks with a smile, sending him a challenge.
‘Well, you know what, maybe I will. After all, if a girl sleeps over at my place, she should at least come meet my Mother don’t you think John?’
With that John winks over at Tommy, and it is as good as any blessing.
But Tommy knows he has to win Maria over yet. But there is going to be plenty time for that, this time he is sure he has finally found the one.
W HAT A DAY ...
It has been Molly’s dream wedding come true. The sun is shining. The sky has been ocean blue all day. Everything has gone off so much better than Molly had planned. Everyone is enjoying the good weather outside, dancing and generally having a party.
Molly and Harry will be leaving soon for the airport so they can catch a flight that will take them to their honeymoon destination. Once again, Molly can’t believe how lucky she is to have married a man like Harry. There is just one more surprise Molly wants to give her new husband before they leave. Molly runs up the stairs to her childhood bedroom where she has left the keys to the old classic MG she knows Harry has been drooling over for the last few months. Molly feels a tingle run down her spine at the thought of his face when she hands him the keys to his dream car. Molly made her father hide it in his garage for the last two weeks.
As Molly rushes into her old bedroom, she comes to a complete stop... She can’t believe what she is seeing. There, lying on her single bed halfnaked, is Harry. The man she has just married and her very best friend, and chief bridesmaid, Maureen. Molly stands there for a full minute before they even realise she is in the room. Molly opens her mouth and just screams and screams. She wants to hurl something at both of them. As Molly moves forward
‘So you playing the whole part then,’ Tommy says smiling at her.
‘I beg your pardon, but do I know you? And whether I have blackcurrant in my Guinness is frankly none of your business. But I will tell you anyway. I put blackcurrant in because otherwise it gives me heartburn and just so we are clear, I am not playing a part.’
‘Oh god, oh god look, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to offend,’ Tommy is now stuttering over his words, how could he have just insulted the nicest looking biker chick he ever has come across. ‘Look let me pay for your drink, Mike that’s on me,’ Tommy shouts to the barman. He can feel his cheeks burning scarlet now, he could kick himself. And Tommy watches now as John makes his way back to his seat. Glad to have the company and change the subject.
‘Well, looky here,’ John says as he wraps his arms around the girl Tommy has just insulted. ‘I see you have met my sister then.’
Now Tommy really wants to die, he is sure you can fry an egg on his cheeks at this stage.
‘Well, no, not formally,’ Tommy says looking at the ground.
‘Well, Tommy Dunne, meet my sister Maria, surely you saw her Hornet parked outside on your way in.’
‘Your bike,’ Tommy has the words out of his mouth before he can take them back, but before anyone can say more he jumps in ‘sure, of course it’s your bike.’
With that both John and Maria burst out laughing.
‘I see you’re not very experienced with chatting up the opposite sex,’ John laughs
‘Well, I might as well come clean. I am one of six boys so the only woman in our house is my Ma and you certainly wouldn’t be cheeky with her. She’d box your ears as quick as look at you.’
At that, both John and Maria sat listening to Tommy telling stories about growing up with five brothers and how his Ma has a handle on them all.
‘Are they all married now?’ Maria asks him.
‘The eldest three are, so she is constantly nagging me to bring a girl home.’
‘And why don’t you?’ Maria asks with a smile, sending him a challenge.
‘Well, you know what, maybe I will. After all, if a girl sleeps over at my place, she should at least come meet my Mother don’t you think John?’
With that John winks over at Tommy, and it is as good as any blessing.
But Tommy knows he has to win Maria over yet. But there is going to be plenty time for that, this time he is sure he has finally found the one.
W HAT A DAY ...
It has been Molly’s dream wedding come true. The sun is shining. The sky has been ocean blue all day. Everything has gone off so much better than Molly had planned. Everyone is enjoying the good weather outside, dancing and generally having a party.
Molly and Harry will be leaving soon for the airport so they can catch a flight that will take them to their honeymoon destination. Once again, Molly can’t believe how lucky she is to have married a man like Harry. There is just one more surprise Molly wants to give her new husband before they leave. Molly runs up the stairs to her childhood bedroom where she has left the keys to the old classic MG she knows Harry has been drooling over for the last few months. Molly feels a tingle run down her spine at the thought of his face when she hands him the keys to his dream car. Molly made her father hide it in his garage for the last two weeks.
As Molly rushes into her old bedroom, she comes to a complete stop... She can’t believe what she is seeing. There, lying on her single bed halfnaked, is Harry. The man she has just married and her very best friend, and chief bridesmaid, Maureen. Molly stands there for a full minute before they even realise she is in the room. Molly opens her mouth and just screams and screams. She wants to hurl something at both of them. As Molly moves forward
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