Bart Vs Australia Novels & Stories

My name was Nicholas Glover. Jerry Steele and I weren't just colleagues—we were each other's wingman. We often went for massages together after work. We'd also go for foot spas before opting for "extra" service. We were as thick as thieves, always there to back one another's families up. As it happened, Jerry's daughter was about to turn 20. We organized a birthday party for her at a pub so that she could get a taste of the adult scene. Jerry's daughter, Lucinda Steele, had a great voice, and she had been dying to sing at a pub. However, Jerry wouldn't hear of it, no matter what, always claiming that she was too young to be in pubs.