’ I could see the sense in what he was saying. In ‘Dirty Work’ things had been simplified because I could drive the RCV. ‘Hey! Wait a minute!... Why do I need to drive the RCV?’ Karen interjected. ‘You know you don’t need to darling.’ I said soothingly. ‘But if you took lessons and a test, it would be research. It would make it easier for you when we filmed the test sequence for the pre-titles.’ My mind was racing now, all sorts of possibilities coming up. Douglas was making note after note, even. He had a car, so I never had to ask anyone for a ride to work until then. I worked that day, and as always it went as slow as ever. But I also thought of somehow I could thank Lee. Get him some beer or maybe at least give him some gas money. But I wasn't sure what to do exactly. So I thought about that for most of the day. But all long and boring things have to end sooner or later. It was 5:00 and I went outside to wait for Lee. I waited until about 5:15pm to call him. But just as I pulled out. Claus, or should that be Ms. Claus, I guess you're stillwondering why? Well, I'm bloody sick of this shit." She gestured wildlywith the pistol as she talked, leaving the still-stunned Santa none thewiser as to what 'this' was. "Naughty or Nice... Boy or Girl... Sugarand spice and puppy dog's tails and all that shit... Who the hell gaveyou the right to be judge, jury and executioner, huh? I'm sick of yourbloody commercial homogenised Christmas, the men watch the football,the women cook the. Uske aise bte sunkar ma sarmane lgi .To m bola ki dekho ma m apna beta hu.Mujhse mat sarmao.Ma boli ok.Fir nizam bola m apko sigh kar raha hu ye lo 50 lakh ka cheque.Ma bht khus hue aur nizam ke gale lag gaye.Isi tarah rat ho gaye aur sone ka samay ho gaya nizam bola m ham sb ek room me so jate h.Ma man gaye fir nizam dudh garam kar laya jisme usne sex ki goli dali thi .Kuch dr bd ma madhosh hone lagi ham dono uske dono taraf lete the aur usko kis kar rahe the.Tabi ma boli beta mujhe garmi lag.