Part 3... Chapter 4... A Girls Night In...

The day after the night before…

A very special friend of sixteen years+ was the first to arrive at 8 o’clock. I call her Free Spirit. We haven’t seen each other for about three years which is the usual, give and take a year or three and this time she turned up on time. Fuking unbelievable.

Big hugs as soon as she came through the door, with the feeling it was only yesturday we were together with wine in hand, catching up on all the gossip.

We have known each other for many, many moons. Danced under it while chanting on a wooden bridge in our twenties, to singing around and jumping over the roaring open fire in the middle of a forest at mid-night.

We’ve embraced its majestic light and followed its path after the summer Fate at Sandy Lane, Gower. Down to the sea with a following of strangers. All of us ready and eager to strip off our clothes and run into the warm waters of Three Cliff Bay. Skinny dipping under the moons watchful glare in the sky.

Together we've take magick mushies, ecstasy, acid, never ending quantities of alcohol and above all, good old marijuana just for me ;-).

I love this beautiful woman. She has long blonde wavy locks, with a small waist and big tits every man would want to latch onto. This is a woman most men want and probably most women, if their jealously were to waver lol.
​But this one isn’t for playing with. She has dreams to follow and I’m sure she’ll accomplish all she desires.

About 10 minutes later the door knocked again and in popped a friend of recent years. Now, this is a woman who fears nothing and will stop at nothing to get what she wants.

I'll call her Big Hair. Her thick dark curly hair, almost as big as an afro and as wide as a doors entrance, was the envy of many. With big tits and curves to die for, be assured she would always guarantee you the sexy look you wanted to look at. She has the assets every girl wants lol. I just want her hair lol.

She too is beautiful in her own right. A very strong woman in her character, her charm and her friendship. We have known each other for about six/seven years. We haven’t really had a friendship of ‘I’ll pop over for a coffee later, or girls what shop and do lunch’. No, what we have had is a good get pissed on a Saturday night friendship.

We had a snog at a house party once which would have progressed further if a Mr Pervert didn’t walk in on the action and stand above us, waiting for some free show action. Idiot, lol.

I introduced Free Spirit and Big Hair to each other and the three of us got straight into conversation. The party vibe began.
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Guest number three arrived late. As expected. Clutching tight her bottle of vodka and mixer, together with a bought sandwich to line her little stomach before she downed her litre of the mind-melting liver poisoning alcohol.

We’ve known each other for about 14 years. I remember her dancing in the clubs, putting most other girls moves to shame. Her ambition years ago was to become a pro dancer but it never took off. Shame really.
She has big brown eyes, sweet red lips, and again a woman with big tits.

God, why have all my girlfriends got big tits and I have fried eggs lol.

Anyway, although she is quite dithery with the who, what, when and why, half the time. She was always fun and crazy to be around, always full of laughter.
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We did sleep together once. Which left me with a mouth of herpes. I was not impressed when I woke the next day with a tingle on my lips. And I mean the lips on my face lol I never went back for more.

The night started with a bang of screaming laughter, loud Oh My Gods, and the drinks kept coming. For the girl’s more than for me. I’m not the gal I used to be.

Free Spirit and my last guest to arrive who I'll name Herpes lol, knew each other from school days and haven’t seen each other since then, it’s a small world.
Big Hair and Herpes, both worked for me at The Cricketers and Crowley’s Rock Bar.

There was a lot of energy in the room. Every topic was covered with laughter, hugs and some tears. What made me laugh on the night, harder than I’ve ever laughed since my accident, was when Herpes stressed this, as she stood up to make her way to the kitchen:
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“Please don’t take this the wrong way Amanda, but since your accident and now that you’re in a wheelchair… I’m not scared of you any more”.

Well fuking hell, hahaaa. I wasn’t expecting that statement from a woman I caught herpes from lol once her drunken mouth has switched to turbo there's no stopping her. Never once have I put her on my path of destruction lol.

I was going to say back at her:

‘Really, I’ve never wanted to punch you before, but I do now, so keep being scared. Keep being very scared, or I'll run over you with my wheels hahaa. But I didn’t. I simple asked her why she felt that way. Once I’d stopped laughing.

She started to waffle on so I told her to shut up and stop being so bloody stupid. I mean, why would I hurt her? Why would I employ her, sack her and then re -employ her if I didn’t know her well enough? 

I mean, being a bloody alcoholic and shagging half my customers. Or being found in the ladies with her knickers around her scankles was bad enough lol… Bloody alkies ????
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She didn’t say it or mean it in a hurtful or disrespectful way. But after more sweet tasting brain melting alcohol she couldn’t stop apologising, so I said jokingly, “I’ll punch you if you carry on”, hahaa. Bless her vodka glass with happiness.

One of the main reasons I asked the girls over was to see their reaction towards me now I’m in a wheel chair. It was a good night with many emotions tipping the scale.

T’was the first night since wheels became a part of my life that I felt normal. Wheely normal ;-)