"How longs has it been now?" Greg grumbled.
          "An hour," Gina replied.
          They sat opposite sides of the shed and were sweating like pigs.
          "I think I'm actually cooking," Greg announced and undid several buttons on his shirt.
          "We need to try and take our minds off the heat," Gina suggested.
          "Sure, let’s talk about our childhoods and first loves while our bodies slowly fry from the inside," Greg snapped.
          "Have you got a better idea?" Gina scorned.
          "Well we're in a shed, let’s make a spice rack," Greg jeered.
          "Yeah, you look like a guy who uses power tools frequently," Gina mused.
          "Funny enough, so do you," Greg retorted.
          Gina gave Greg a wry smile. "Jeez who would have thought I'd end up locked in a shed with Greg Proops while trying not to get killed."
          "Think of it as one of those life experiences that you never wanted," Greg sarced.
          "Trust me…I am," Gina sighed.
          The fell silent.
          "The bickering just isn't fun any more," Greg breathed.
          "It’s too hard to argue when you can barely breath," Gina replied.
          "We have to get out of here," Greg grumbled.
          "Yes…but how?" Gina said to no one in particular as she looked around the contents of the shed.
          "If the floor wasn't concrete we could have tunneled," Greg suggested.
          "The sky roof," Gina perked, jumping to her feet. "We can escape through that."
          "Yeah, ah, don't know if you've noticed…it’s in the roof," Greg remarked.
          "We're in a shed…there's a…hey, what was that?" Gina gasped.
          "Sounded like a car door," Greg replied getting to his feet.
          Gina leapt up onto an old workbench and grabbed a hammer.
          "Stand back speccy," she mused and smashed the sky roof.
          "Shit," Greg breathed as glass shards fell at his feet.
          Gina made sure all the glass was gone before she hoisted herself onto the roof.
          "Well?" Greg asked.
          "The metal is fuckin' hot," Gina hissed.
          "That's not was I was asking," Greg grumbled and climbed onto the workbench.
          "Oh yeah…those guys in the black car are back," Gina said nonchalantly.
          Greg joined Gina on the roof, uttering several obscenities as his hands made contact with the metal roof.
          Gina and Greg looked over the edge. "How do we get down…it’s too hot to shimmy down the drain pipe?" Greg said, almost flustered.
          "Jump," Gina replied.
          "Are you mental?" Greg shrieked.
          "Possibly…I used to do it all the time when I was a kid…probably explain the arthritis now…" Gina mumbled.
          "You're not helping," Greg yelped.
          "So are you jumping?" Gina asked as she took a look to see where Ritza's heavies were.
          "You can pay my hospital bill if I do," Greg replied.
          "Whatever," Gina shrugged and leapt off the roof.
          Greg shrugged and followed suit.
          "Now what…we run screaming into the bush?" Greg asked.
          "Nah…I've got a better idea," Gina perked and began heading back toward the heavies.
          "What are you doing?" Greg gasped.
          "Not scared are you?" Gina asked.
          "As if," Greg replied, clearly worried.
          They crept back behind a series of bushes, past the heavies who were now trying to unlock the shed door and toward their car.
          "Oh no…you're not going to do what I think you're going to do 'cos if you are I'm not doing it," Greg breathed.
          "Come on Greg…I thought you were game for anything…mister cool," Gina cooed.
          "I am cool," Greg insisted.
          "Prove it," Gina mused.
          "How?" Greg replied.
          "You can drive," Gina perked.
          "Fine…you're on," Greg scorned.
          "On the count of three then," Gina smiled, "one…two…three."
          Greg and Gina bolted over to the heavies' car. Greg leapt into the driver’s seat, Gina into the passenger’s. At that moment the heavies noticed and began to hurry back.
          "PUT YOUR FOOT DOWN," Gina yelled.
          "I know…I know," Greg spat, put his foot down, did a u-turn and sped off down the dusty road.

          "If I lived in Australia I'd live right here," Brad sighed as he scanned the view from the verandah of the country house and sipped his coffee.
          "Why don't you…I mean move here…to Australia?" Ritza asked.
          "Oh…my work wouldn't permit it," Brad flustered.
          "Surely you could get a zoo job here though," Ritza sulked.
          "I like my job…some of the animals I work with are great…" Brad perked.
          "What animals do you work with?" Ritza queried.
          "Ah…giraffes…ocelots…lemurs…oh and a lovely bald eagle," Brad mused.
          "Well that's certainly an interesting array," Ritza smiled as her phone rang. "I'd better take that," she added and disappeared inside.
          Brad moved closer so he could listen.
          "Hello…what! Another one, shit…how mental are you? No…you tell her…I'm not taking responsibility…hey? What do you mean she's busy? She's got who? Oh no…why? Well that's not my fault…she told me to do that…shitshitshit. No look…no…I'll come later…just get yourselves back…I don't know how…ok…ok…bye." Ritza threw her phone into an armchair and cursed again.
          "Something wrong?" Brad asked, wandering back inside.
          "Oh…ah…nothing you need worry about," Ritza replied, not looking at Brad.
          "You sure…you look upset," Brad breathed as he walked over and pulled her into a tight hug.
          "I'm ok…but I have to go into work later," Ritza sighed as she closed her eyes and held Brad tightly.

          "So are you going to tell me why I'm fucking here?" Ryan spat as she glared at two heavies and a woman he didn't recognise. He was tied to a chair in a room devoid of everything but a poster of a cat with "Hang in There" written on it.
          "All in good time darling," the woman smiled.
          "Well excuse me if I don't jump for joy," Ryan snapped.
          "Look at you…all moody," the woman cooed.
          "What? Would you rather I was ecstatic and singing songs form the Sound of Music?" Ryan hissed.
          The woman smiled again, strolled casually over to Ryan and straddled him. This took Ryan quite by surprise and he had several comic thoughts come to mind. But he swept them away to stay focused.
          "You know…it’s such a shame you're so cute…in other circumstances I would perish the thought of killing you," the woman sighed and planted a soft kiss on Ryan's neck.
          "This is definitely NOT good," Ryan thought. "You know…you can threaten me standing up," he said meekly.
          "Oh but darling…that's not nearly half as fun," the woman grinned and nibbled Ryan's ear.