“You would not take your work experience at old man Carrie’s place.”
Sid cried out with laughter of joy, as he tried to make the young Damien blush. Just like Sid tried every moment he got. Damien unsurprised by this attempt smiled and replied back.
“Oh it’s to true my young apprentice. I do remember those words, the words that were spoken under the stars. Were the devils brew had poisoned my blood.
“Oh I did Sid”………. I did but under somewhat influence of beer my friend. You must remember; NEVER take a word of a drunken man.”
Damien replied whilst running up to his loyal friends, jumping up in to the light air, landing onto his friends shoulders. Which last for only a couple of seconds causing Damien to land softly on the ground.
“So, you do remember the words, you do understand the position you find yourself in young Damien.”
“I find this night a ‘fine night’, as the night begins with tease of our fair and stable leader.”
“So, should we now refer to one as ‘Miss’, instead of Mr?”
Derek said whist butting in, just to feel Sid’s and Damien’s joy of the night. Also to try and
push Damien a little more, after all that’s what friends are for. To try and establish who really rules, Damien stopped the jokes for a moment, thinking of his troubles.
“No truthfully my brothers please respect my father’s wishes.”
“You do know his story I will not disrespected him. As that would be a dagger into his chest. I wish for nothing more than his recovery.”
“What time do we meet the troops?” Damien spoke whilst wishing for his wish to become reality
“Oh, at weekdays it is sir.”
“On weekends my friends………it’s Miss.”
The two young lads stopped there smiles of joy. As the mention of Damien ruler brought the tempo back down. Knowing Damien’s father was at the devils door; his father knew god would turn his back without a second thought, with a life of sins broken with no attention to work them back.
“Damien you make life a joke, even when life has you pinned down.”
“We meet our household at the Witney bay pub my friend, in one hour.”
“When do you start your slavery shift young Damien?”
Sid kindly spoke in reply.
“I start the grave yard shift in two weeks my good old man, but tonight is for love, can’t you see?”
“As my seed must be spread to begin a chance of new love”
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“Oh I did Sid”………. I did but under somewhat influence of beer my friend. You must remember; NEVER take a word of a drunken man.”
Damien replied whilst running up to his loyal friends, jumping up in to the light air, landing onto his friends shoulders. Which last for only a couple of seconds causing Damien to land softly on the ground.
“So, you do remember the words, you do understand the position you find yourself in young Damien.”
“I find this night a ‘fine night’, as the night begins with tease of our fair and stable leader.”
“So, should we now refer to one as ‘Miss’, instead of Mr?”
Derek said whist butting in, just to feel Sid’s and Damien’s joy of the night. Also to try and
push Damien a little more, after all that’s what friends are for. To try and establish who really rules, Damien stopped the jokes for a moment, thinking of his troubles.
“No truthfully my brothers please respect my father’s wishes.”
“You do know his story I will not disrespected him. As that would be a dagger into his chest. I wish for nothing more than his recovery.”
“What time do we meet the troops?” Damien spoke whilst wishing for his wish to become reality
“Oh, at weekdays it is sir.”
“On weekends my friends………it’s Miss.”
The two young lads stopped there smiles of joy. As the mention of Damien ruler brought the tempo back down. Knowing Damien’s father was at the devils door; his father knew god would turn his back without a second thought, with a life of sins broken with no attention to work them back.
“Damien you make life a joke, even when life has you pinned down.”
“We meet our household at the Witney bay pub my friend, in one hour.”
“When do you start your slavery shift young Damien?”
Sid kindly spoke in reply.
“I start the grave yard shift in two weeks my good old man, but tonight is for love, can’t you see?”
“As my seed must be spread to begin a chance of new love”
If this small section intrest you please read my book. Just press the link
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B074QVXF6Z
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