Treacle came home to find her father had advertised in the local newspaper. Asking about it, he replied it was to find a husband for her. Treacle was shocked. Why? Because she was only sixteen.
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Nevertheless, she talked it over with her Dad. He explained it was important to find a kind and loving young man while she was still at school. School equated to the dollar value of her personal bank account, opened on her behalf before she was born.
Quality school results were also important re finding a healthy unit.
The same Saturday of the advertisement, the phone rang. Dad asked the boy where he was and if they could meet that afternoon.
Eagle Hawk tavern was socially eclectic to the extent of bikers exchanging semi-respectful nods at tradesman, and hairdressers giving acknowledgement to public servant’s wives (if they were recognized as clientele from Canberra). Beyond this it was every man for himself, and every woman for the richest man.
Gerard, strolling casually into this cool little scene, scanned swiftly from left to right. He immediately spotted a young man of average dimensions with black shortish hair and neatly trimmed moustache. His bike helmet was matt black, his leather jacket slung neatly over an adjoining chair.
Tank Noir passed the test.
Later that afternoon, Treacle scanned him and discovered he could talk.
...to be continued ......
