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The ‘Jungle Bar’ in the Menzies Hotel was already nearly full when I arrived just after 7.00 pm. The ‘Jungle Bar’ was renowned as a bar for sailors on leave as there was always an abundance of beautiful young ladies and the sailors were always cashed up. However, occasionally there were no boats in harbour – this was one of those weekends. There were 10 ladies to every male in the bar, and they were looking hot, very hot. It was going to be a great night! I went straight to bar, ordered Jack Daniels, plenty of ice with a dash of coke – My drink of choice.
With drink in hand, I took out the keys, found the door and made my way into the booth. I left the light off, but switched on everything else, checked and double checked everything to ensure that I was ready. I was as ready as I would ever be. I was nervous, it was my first time solo, my stomach churned, my pulse raced, the sweat was pouring off me. I tried to convince myself that it was just the heat of the night, but I was

I've know Donna Robertson for a number of years as she's the woman from the bank in charge of my family's mortgage. I actually haven't seen Donna in a couple of years since the death of my father. Thus, it was a bit surprising when Donna showed up at the house. I suspected there had to be something wrong for Donna to make a visit to the house and I was right. My mother's company had been cutting back on her hours and apparently, my mother had been having problems maintaining the payments. I told Donna of not knowing of what to do, especially as I wasn't even schedule for graduation from high school for a couple of years. Donna said she was aware of my situation as her daughter, Stephanie, who graduated the previous year went on a date with me.

Donna said Stephanie told her of how I was a perfect gentleman and only wished she had met me sooner. Donna smiled and said she knew of how I could help my mother, but this was if I was willing to be the good son and do everything.