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It's a side she reserves for me and me alone. Honest.

Ian wrote:...Honest.

There you are with those outlandish claims again.

Bex: "Must dash. Have to get ready. Fish wants me to appear in different scenes tomorrow."

Fish: It's a legit modeling job. Honest.

Run like the wind, Bex!

Ian wrote:...Run like the wind, Bex!

Bex rides to her new rendezvous.
Is she meeting up with Fish?

She is merely taking my excellent advice, albeit on a bicycle.

And she won't look back until she's safe and unreachable, drifting far far away in a airballoon.

fish wrote:...Is she meeting up with Fish?

Oh dear. It appears not.
You guys must have scared her away.

Bex: And that fish bloke thought I was going to meet him!

Quick, there he is now.
Better wave to him.



Fish (to self): "I'll take that as a positive sign."

Bex sure likes giving the finger, don't she?

Yeah, must be something in the O'boy making her behave this way.

Who knew chocolate milk caused aggression?

Sorry for being AWOL again, but I have a really good excuse.
A friend I haven't seen for quite a while invited me out for a game of golf.
It was cold.
It was windy.
It was wet.
It was the worst I've played for a very, very long time.
So I stayed for a few drinks afterwards.
Just to be sociable of course.


I blame my coach.

Lovely here, fishy. Perfect for a game of golf.


Just needed Bex to answer my calls.

fish wrote:It was the worst I've played for a very, very long time.

Quite understandable.

Can't be easy keeping your eye on the ball with that coach by your side.