My Best Friend's Sister
Rory's sister gives his friend an eyeful
“You hate me don’t you?” I said with a pinch of sarcasm. “Come on, it’s just this once,” pleaded Rory as the Security Lodge reverberated with the sound of a truck engine pulling up to the window on the right side near the entry barrier. Rory handed the driver a clipboard and yelled over the engine noise, “There you go mate; name, vehicle registration, trailer number and signature.” Me and Rory had worked as security guard...