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House Music

Charlie was 22. Danny her brother was 25. Charlie was a girl with a boy's name. Danny lived at home with the parents. Charlie didn't. Charlie liked house music. Charlie was christened Charlotte but this story isn't about her.

In his room watching a Babylon 5 video Daniel felt safe and almost relaxed after another hurtful biting week at work. He was always the target in the office. There was a knock on the door.
   “Grand, my mother, my tea,” he thought.
   But she wasn't carrying the tray. No tray!?
   “I don't have to get my own do I?” he asked, more than a little annoyed.
   “Well. more than that, We think it time for you to do a lot more for yourself.”
   “What!?” Then it clicked, “You want me to leave, don't you?”
   “We think ...”
   He cut her short, “It's the money, isn't it? I'll pay more. I've had an awful week at work, please mum.”
   “It's not the money, but you've got it there, it's time you stood on your own two feet, my little soldier. Maybe you've lived at home too long.”
   He stood up on his own two feet.
   She smiled to herself.
   Seeing the calmness in her face he realised how hopeless his outrage was. “Isn't there anything I can do to stay, please?”
   This was going to be easier than she first thought. “Well you could, do something for me.” She smiled her familiar reassurance.
   “What? Anything?”
   “Anything?” She asked.
   “Yes, anything.”
   “Well Daniel,” She said as she slowly and seductively hitched-up her skirt.
   There was no choice. She knew it. He knew it. As they say, knowledge is a powerful thing.

In town work colleagues drank and talked loudly over the house music, joking about Danny and the implausible excuses he always gave for getting out of coming for a pint after work.
   Charlie was in a bar a few hundred metres down the road, house music blaring, but like I said, this story isn't about her.
   The house music pumped and we all knew nothing.

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