As I told you, I eat when I’m stressed. She nodded and leaned forward. Her tits swole up over her shirt’s scoop-neck in a slow, milky wave. I caught a whiff a her sweat. It smelled nice, like honey yoghurt. ‘Yeah?’ I struggled with this next bit. See, there are two types a women. Those who love an outlaw and those who don’t. I was hoping she be the first type, but I didn’t like me chances. ‘I suppose you could say it was a self-help kind a mistake.’ ‘Sorry? A self-help mistake?’ ‘Yeah. I helped meself to things I shouldn’ta.’ She still wasn’t with me. I spilled it out. ‘Break ’n’ enter.’ Her eyes and mouth made three perfect Os and she straightened up. Despite the heat, the air round her chilled by about ten degrees. If this kept up, I was gonna have to go in for a jacket. ‘But how…why are you here in Villawood?’ I told her about the day I was supposed to get me citizenship with me family. ‘I meant to go back, but never got round to it. I hate queues.’ ‘You should jump them.
