his thick brown tail sweeping the floor like a car window washer. He looked perfectly happy with his state of ownership.
“Jeff loves me,” said Dan, his head still in his hands. “Don’t you boy?” and much to Katie’s amusement Jeff rolled to his feet and came to rest his head on Dan’s knee under the table.
She looked at Fluke. “Ask him.”
“You ask him.”
“Flukey,” she wheedled.
“It’s got nothing to do with me.”
“Ooooh.”
“What do you want to ask me?” Dan looked from Katie to Fluke. Drugs and coffee, he was starting to feel a little more human now.
“I want to buy a car and I could pay for an inspection or I could get you to check it out. And I’d rather you, Dan, please.” Katie put her hand on his arm. They both looked down at it, Katie’s small, pale, freckled hand on the muscular flare of Dan’s tanned forearm.
“When?”
“Now.”
Dan groaned, “Katie, I’d be happy to do it for you, but today?”
“It’s a bargain, it won’t last, the guy who owns it says he has lots of interest.”
Dan looked at Fluke for validation. He nodded. “Yeah, the guy’s got a transfer to Perth and he wants to shift it quick.”
Dan groaned again, “Ok, but I’m still no good to drive.”
Katie bounced in her seat, clapped her hands, and then dove across the table to hug him. He had to hold on to the towel.
Forty minutes later with Fluke driving the Valiant and Katie sitting up front they pulled into the drive of the car owner’s house. Dan went to work on the ten year old VW Golf, under it, over it, around it, inside it, assessing it for undisclosed damage, likely wear and tear faults, and overall value, making the owner mighty nervous and Katie bite her nails. Jeff certainly liked the navy blue car. He christened its near bald driver’s side tyre which more or less inked the deal. Dan put his sunglasses back on with relief and Katie had a new car. She insisted on taking them to dinner, and hair of the dog was as good a way as any to end the day to Dan, given he still didn’t have his wallet.
They had gourmet fish and chips and ice cold white wine in the restaurant next door to Son of a Beach Bar and then it felt like a good idea to have another drink in the bar itself and then Fluke recognised the brunette, Izzy, and she joined them, producing Dan’s wallet, and giving them all to understand she was more than keen to continue where she and Dan had left off.
Dan had other ideas. She was a nice girl, but way too enthusiastic. The fact that she had his mobile number and probably knew his address as well made him uncomfortable. He never gave out his number, so she must have been through his wallet to find something it was written on. He didn’t want to be rude, she’d done the right thing with the wallet and all, but he wanted her gone.
He did the first thing he could think of. He sat back on his bar stool and propped his arm over Katie’s shoulders, like it was often there, like she was his property. After the initial shock of it, Katie played along, dropping her head to his shoulder, putting her hand on his thigh.
Fluke had to excuse himself and left the table to stop from laughing and Izzy got the message and followed suit. Katie got another message altogether and when they were alone she kept hold of his thigh letting her fingers play over his muscle. “You’re a bad boy, Dan Maddox.”
“You know it, Katie Dean.”
“So it ends for you when you learn their names?”
Dan laughed, put his hand down on Katie’s to stop her fingers wandering. “Yeah, that’s where it ends.”
“What about when you already know their names?” She had her face close to his, licking her pink lips.
Later, with Fluke shouting at him, Katie crying, and his head thumping, Dan blamed it on the alcohol. He’d kissed Katie hard, open mouthed, dragging her against his chest, stroking her back, making her whimper. That’s how Fluke found them. That’s how he knew he’d sunk as low
“Jeff loves me,” said Dan, his head still in his hands. “Don’t you boy?” and much to Katie’s amusement Jeff rolled to his feet and came to rest his head on Dan’s knee under the table.
She looked at Fluke. “Ask him.”
“You ask him.”
“Flukey,” she wheedled.
“It’s got nothing to do with me.”
“Ooooh.”
“What do you want to ask me?” Dan looked from Katie to Fluke. Drugs and coffee, he was starting to feel a little more human now.
“I want to buy a car and I could pay for an inspection or I could get you to check it out. And I’d rather you, Dan, please.” Katie put her hand on his arm. They both looked down at it, Katie’s small, pale, freckled hand on the muscular flare of Dan’s tanned forearm.
“When?”
“Now.”
Dan groaned, “Katie, I’d be happy to do it for you, but today?”
“It’s a bargain, it won’t last, the guy who owns it says he has lots of interest.”
Dan looked at Fluke for validation. He nodded. “Yeah, the guy’s got a transfer to Perth and he wants to shift it quick.”
Dan groaned again, “Ok, but I’m still no good to drive.”
Katie bounced in her seat, clapped her hands, and then dove across the table to hug him. He had to hold on to the towel.
Forty minutes later with Fluke driving the Valiant and Katie sitting up front they pulled into the drive of the car owner’s house. Dan went to work on the ten year old VW Golf, under it, over it, around it, inside it, assessing it for undisclosed damage, likely wear and tear faults, and overall value, making the owner mighty nervous and Katie bite her nails. Jeff certainly liked the navy blue car. He christened its near bald driver’s side tyre which more or less inked the deal. Dan put his sunglasses back on with relief and Katie had a new car. She insisted on taking them to dinner, and hair of the dog was as good a way as any to end the day to Dan, given he still didn’t have his wallet.
They had gourmet fish and chips and ice cold white wine in the restaurant next door to Son of a Beach Bar and then it felt like a good idea to have another drink in the bar itself and then Fluke recognised the brunette, Izzy, and she joined them, producing Dan’s wallet, and giving them all to understand she was more than keen to continue where she and Dan had left off.
Dan had other ideas. She was a nice girl, but way too enthusiastic. The fact that she had his mobile number and probably knew his address as well made him uncomfortable. He never gave out his number, so she must have been through his wallet to find something it was written on. He didn’t want to be rude, she’d done the right thing with the wallet and all, but he wanted her gone.
He did the first thing he could think of. He sat back on his bar stool and propped his arm over Katie’s shoulders, like it was often there, like she was his property. After the initial shock of it, Katie played along, dropping her head to his shoulder, putting her hand on his thigh.
Fluke had to excuse himself and left the table to stop from laughing and Izzy got the message and followed suit. Katie got another message altogether and when they were alone she kept hold of his thigh letting her fingers play over his muscle. “You’re a bad boy, Dan Maddox.”
“You know it, Katie Dean.”
“So it ends for you when you learn their names?”
Dan laughed, put his hand down on Katie’s to stop her fingers wandering. “Yeah, that’s where it ends.”
“What about when you already know their names?” She had her face close to his, licking her pink lips.
Later, with Fluke shouting at him, Katie crying, and his head thumping, Dan blamed it on the alcohol. He’d kissed Katie hard, open mouthed, dragging her against his chest, stroking her back, making her whimper. That’s how Fluke found them. That’s how he knew he’d sunk as low
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