He spots a gorgeous local woman who offers him a seat next to her.
After a couple of drinks, Agnes asks if he'd like to go home with her.
Hardly believing his luck, he slides into the passenger seat of her Merc. sports saloon.
At her luxurious flat, he is asked to sit while she brings ice cold Aussie beer to him.
"Enjoy your drink-I've popped a couple of Four 'n' Twenty meat pies in the oven for you" she calls out, while slipping into flimsy and revealing night wear.
Agnes flits lightly across the lounge room, fetches the hot pies and another cold can.
She moves like moonlight filtering through gently rustling leaves. Agnes sidles up to Bazza, and melts against his shoulder while he finishes the pies and beer.
After several soft kisees to his neck, Agnes glides to the bedroom door, opens it and turns toward Bazza.
She beckons him, saying, "Come on in, this will truly be a night for you to cherish."
Bazza chokes with excitement. He's on his feet and sprinting towards her.
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"You don't mean to tell me you've got a full size pool table in there?" he shouts
