A night at the club

After several months the novelty of having single women living and working in their midst had not worn off  the numerous single men. Some wanted to be friends’ others wanted whatever they could get, romances were short lived and it seemed interchangeable. I settled into my own routine work, sleep maybe a refreshment at the club. The days rolled on more women came and went, some found a fella to soothe their needs and desires. It was not uncommon to head for a shower and find couples showering or running around buck naked, many times I was in the shower when the curtain would be drawn back, no doors, and I would be given the hurry up by someone naked and ready to shower.

Bands would come and play at the club, dances bit like school socials always someone wanting someone else’s date, blokes sticking there chests out, with threatening menace looking to keep their girls with a punch up. On one occasion I became embroiled in one of

 the punch ups, God knows how. I was just a bystander and yes innocent. Two fellas fronting up to each other, shouting empty threats and waving their arms around. The crowd was getting restless and baying for action, someone said pointing at me, she could fucking beat you, I backed through the crowd trying to exit stage right. When one of the two followed me and shouted come on then, I was stunned curled my hand into a fist and promptly landed it on his nose, given he was the worse for drink he fell to the floor, eyes wide in disbelief. I pushed through the crowd of cheering faces and stumbled back to my donga. Yes, I had, had a couple and promptly decided not to have any more. The first and last show of violence from me.