Friday Night_(0)
FRIDAY NIGHT On Friday nights, I go to Newcastle with a bunch of girlfriends, drinking, dancing and sometimes flirting a little bit. One particularly hot night, I was dancing with a couple of friends, when two Asian boys joined us. “You’re Amy, aren’t you?” whispered the taller one. “Yes, who are you?” “I’m Amjed, you used to work with my mum, Sonja.” I hardly recognised him. He was about 18 now, tall, athletic and very good looking. “Can I buy you a drink?” I agreed, so we went to the bar, with his friend Mustaq. We chatted for a while until my friends whisked me off to the next bar. They all wanted to know who the boys were. I tried to explain, but no one was interested in the truth, so I was greeted …