"Then let's hear it." Well, keep your pants on and I'll tell you," Wayne Conroy said importantly. He took another long swig of beer, feeling that now ...he was the unquestioned leader again, and once more in control of the situation. "First off, if the three of us take her on, she'll be screaming bloody murder." I thought you said she liked it," Knuckles taunted, but with less certainty than before not wanting to lose out in case Wayne was telling the truth."Shut-up, you turd," Wayne snarled. "She. ' John said crossing to her side and taking her around the waist, lifting her arm over his shoulder, to lead her out of the car park entrance.Placing the mug down on the desk, which ran along one of the sidewalls, he circled her and removing a few books from the only other seat in the room, sat down opposite her. His room was small but cosy, and he had used the space well, with it sectioned off like an open plan flat. At one end behind where John sat, was the bedroom, the bed hidden beneath a. Mr. Reed says you did this one in a night."Mr. Reed was standing behind us. I looked back at him. "Tami told me," he said with a shrug.I looked back at the committee. "I don't know if he told you, but we had a real friend named Zoe who was the inspiration for this. She died last year. We originally submitted a different play, a comedy/drama called The Basement, and lost out in the selection process."Afterward my sister, that's Traci," I said pointing at the squirt, "suggested that we should. ...all kinds of fuck stuff that, some time ago maybe that would seem fucking deviant or fucking sick to me, but I get so deep in my fuck madness, that I fucking care less day by fucking day, I even start to become fucking addicted to it and I just fucking look for more and more fuck. Man, if I got fucking paid for all the crazy fucking stuff I did in my life...I`d be a fucking billionaire by now :).No matter how much fuck I get, there is never fucking enough fuck for me, so I`m fucking paying.