After a moment, I spoke gently to her. "Red Hot Chili Peppers are one of my favorite groups as well. You must really like them to steal their music."S...e looked up at me not knowing what to say. I moved even closer, once again intruding into her personal space."Natty, this is serious. You realize that you can go to jail for stealing, don't you? What's your mom going to say when she finds out that she spent a whole afternoon sitting here because you had to have some music to listen to? Do you. Whereas a lot of my friends were involved in the various sporting activities of the school I had little interest in this and was more interested in art, this meant I was involved in designing and producing the school magazine and at this particular time painting scenery for the drama groups' new production. I was so into this once a week when the drama group rehearsed after school I would go along and work on the scenery, a lot of my friends thought I was "totally weird" doing this after school. Greg thought the Walkers were probably in their early forties. Dan said he was a computer programmer and Emily said she was a graphics designer. She was also a fairly attractive lady facially but her body which she showcased by the sleeveless pullover and tight white shorts was something Greg constantly looked at.After the round Greg invited them into the clubhouse for a drink. He had a nice time golfing and now afterwards in talking to them. They asked him questions about himself and what he. "What's that?" No," mumbled Burt."I can't hear you." No sir. I'm sorry sir."The gaoler grinned and gave a loud hacking chuckle. "No sir. That'sright. And if I want to call that whore a whore then I chuffing wellwill. Eh?"Burt hung his head.The gaoler cackled and looked back at Mavis. "You better run along nowwhore. This stallion o'yours is well and truly broken. He ain't no use toyou no more."Mavis looked at Burt, her eyes brimming with tears, but Burt didn't lifthis head to return her.