‘I’m with you there,’ snorted Gloria. ‘I could do with a bit of time off. If we go on like this, I’ll lose all my tan, not to mention anything else. Let’s face it, girls. The only way we can do that is to make him cough up. I don’t know how old Scarface manages, running around like he does, peddling his drugs. It’s a wonder the rossers don’t scoop him in, at this rate.’
‘Now you’re talking,’ enthused Lulu. ‘Why don’t we call a meeting about it. What say you, girls?’
‘I’m all for it,’ whooped Fifi. ‘Let’s down tools and call a vote.’
‘Hear, hear!’
Taking command, Lulu summed up their feelings. ‘As I see it, it’s time he realised we’re not here to be pushed around like a lot of old tarts. We have our rights, like anyone else.’
‘You’ve said it, gal.’
‘It’s time we stopped fooling around
