... bag of shit! I’ll have you for Sunday dinner. If I owned a shot gun, you’d be sucking on mint sauce!” Staggering towards the back door of my house, ... ...manners and leave their calling cards in the most inappropriate places. I’d kill for a caffeine fix and my body pitifully screams for a hot bath, bu... ... is the baby of the family. Fancy calling her a baby at twenty-three, she’d have my guts if she read my diary entries. Anyway, Ali makes sure I get ... ... some of my friends can’t tell the difference. I suddenly hear a familiar chuckle. “Hi Sarah,” Steven said. “How’s country life treating you?” He mi... ..., country accent. “Have any of the local lads shown an interest yet?” The chuckles are his lack of confidence in me to find a bedmate. “Steven!” Tha... ...t.” “Sorry Bro, it’s not bush bashing, it’s paddock slumming in my car.” I chuckle. Steven is also amused and knowing him as I do, he would have pref... ...ad and burn incense, then we’ve seen the lot.” “Sorry Sis, I have to go. I’d love to chat, but I’m on someone else’s phone.” “What’s new? Who is she,... ...bad dream brought on by too much reading. Parking my butt on the couch, I chuckle at the thought of Steven being an angel, now that’s hysterical. “H... ...ent, I thought Steven was sincere. “We didn’t ask for this, so instead of chucking a bloody tizz, just try to make the best of it.” Heaving an almig...