Jack squinted at the clock, another deep sleep, no thoughts of Mandy, Martin, Meesh or Kate. ‘Feck,’ it was ten to eight, made a dash for the bathroom and ran straight into Colleen. ‘Christ’s Tits.’
‘Not quite, but a fine pair of man boobs,’ Colleen was unfazed.
Jack put fingers on his n*****s. ‘Colleen, what’re you doing here?’
Her face, poorly disguising her amusement, ‘Michael told my dad he loved me, that we had been sleeping together for a while, and he would like me to stay over. I said I loved him.’
‘God! Do I need to take Michael to casualty?’
‘No,’ Colleen"s face showed how happy she was.
Michael was at the top of the stairs, ‘I’m okay, he was fine, not like you and Alana, and Dad.’
‘What?’
‘Your birthday suit?’
‘Shite, sorry, Colleen, was on my way for a pony and trap,’
