Authors: Angela Verdenius
Tags: #love, #friends, #cats, #laughter, #loyalty, #fire fighter, #small town romance, #bbw romance, #australian romance, #sexual intimacy
Fly with Me
series bk 4)
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once again to Murray Smith, a Bushie fighting for the Bushfire
Brigade, for his help and information in regards to fire fighters.
All mistakes are my own. I admit to having taken some liberties
with the information to suit my storyline, but I’ve tried to keep
the authenticity intact.
all those who risk their lives every day to keep us safe from
fires, and we remember all those who have lost their lives to save
ours. Our gratitude can never be put into words.
I found that
some overseas readers were having difficulty with the Australian
slang, so I thought a list of the slang I’ve used will help while
reading the following story. If I’ve forgotten any, I do apologise!
Also, you’ll find some of our Aussie words have different spelling
to the US. Interestingly enough, as I’ve grown (gracefully) older,
I find a lot of our slang is bypassing the younger generation, so
if a young Aussie says they have never heard a certain word, don’t
be surprised! But trust me, I’ve used these words all my life
growing up, and so have a lot of my family and friends. Does that
make me an older Aussie? Heck yes! LOL
beautiful, awesome, great, wonderful
as in ‘awesome, great’
- biscuits. The same as cookies
biker, person who rides motorcycles.
- a swear word ‘no bloody good’, in place of ‘no damned good’
- idiot, simpleton, etc. It’s an insult, though
sometimes we use it as a term of affection. It depends on how it is
said and meant.
Boot (of a
- currying favour, sucking up. Has a cruder description,
but let’s not go into that here. Means the same thing!
- men’s bathers, small, brief and tight-fitting
- many Aussie use it as a slang word for ‘broken’
(it’s buggered), ‘tired (I’m buggered), and ‘no way’ (I’m buggered
if I’m going to do that). Just some examples
- as in ‘bunging onto something’, putting on
something (bung veggies on a plate, putting veggies on a plate),
usually in a careless or ‘easy’ manner.
- die, died.
in Australia we have cold crunchy chips form a packet, or hot chips
known in some countries as French Fries
- resuscitation trolley in a hospital or medical setting -
used for life threatening situations such as cardiac arrest
(as in attached to a truck) - trailers, enclosed or not, that carry
goods or are empty.
like a padded quilt that fits inside a cover and lies on the bed.
Can have the warmth of two, three or four blankets, etc.
- penis. Also another meaning is a place people sometimes sleep in,
such as ‘dongers’ on mine sites.
toilet. When used in the terms ‘built like a brick dunny’, it
refers to something built solid, unmoveable.
- fire fighters
- the person/s who drive and/or load garbage onto the garbage
- TV, television
– annoyed him/her/them
- person/people who indulge in antisocial behaviour. Great
explanation in Wikipedia
- a milk drink flavoured with chocolate or
- local newspaper
chocolate malt drink. Can have it hot or cold. Yummy!
slang for face/mouth
- cell phone
No Abnormalities Detected
- four wheel drive police vehicle carries four police in
the double cab and has a filled-in imprisonment section in the back
to place prisoners.
- paracetamol, similar to Tylenol in the US
Pavlova/Pavlovas - best dessert ever!
Police and Citizens Youth Club
- three quarter pants/knickerbockers
- having sex
- sticky patch with a pad in it, a medical
derogatory term for a doctor
Royal Automobile Club of Western Australia. Covers insurance,
holidays, loans, etc
poisonous spider, black in colour with a red stripe on its
Rottweiler breed of dog.
bed - as ‘in the sack’ meaning ‘in bed’
carton of beer.
morning tea and afternoon tea break
- soda, fizzy drink
- erection, boner
some people call the evening meal dinner. In my family, we’ve
always called it tea, as in breaky, dinner and tea, or breaky,
lunch and tea.
- worn on the feet, same as ‘flip flops’
- a brand of Arnott’s Biscuits. Yummy!
Tender Loving Care
bathers, swim suit
– a brand of cheese-flavoured snack food. Yummy!
- most Aussies find this spread yummy, many
non-Aussies find it too salty. Here’s the hint - if you ever have
Vegemite, use it spread thinly, never thickly!
- a lie
- ‘brands’ of motorcycles.
Sitting at the
bar, Simon sipped on a light beer and nibbled on peanuts while
watching the woman on the small stage.
For a small
bar it was rather warm and welcoming. Not like the pub back home in
Gully’s Fall, but okay. It’d do to unwind in while he was staying
in the city doing the course for his job.
crowd was filled with after-workers, young ones on dates, pretty
much anyone who was old enough to enter and have a few drinks. And
some, he suspected, a little younger than the legal age, but that
was the barman’s job to sort, not his.
But it was the
woman on the stage who held his attention right now. Man, she was
enough to make his blood quicken in his veins. That softly rounded
body poured into jeans and tantalisingly covered by a pale pink
cotton blouse set off her rubenesque figure to perfection. The
blouse wasn’t loose, not by any means. Rather than hide her
generous breasts and hips, it clung lovingly to them, even dipping
in at the waist which gave her a generous hour-glass look.
High-heeled sandals completed her outfit.
Appreciatively, Simon’s gaze lingered on her. He did like a woman
with curves, and this one had them in abundance.
The fact that
she was pretty was icing on the cake. Fair hair tumbled over her
shoulders in a wild disarray of curls to sweep across her breasts.
The heat of the lights on the stage had pinkened those apple
cheeks, and her eyes - well hell, he didn’t know the colour, but he
could see that they were outlined darkly. Mascara, eye liner, her
own lashes? Who knew? Whatever, it lent them a slightly mysterious
appearance. But those lush lips, man, they drew his gaze, just as
they probably drew every red-blooded man’s gaze. Soft, plump, and
If that wasn’t
enough to catch his attention, the voice of the woman sure as heck
did - clear, seductive, filling the room as she swayed that
luscious body in time to the song she sung, one foot tapping in
time to the drum behind her.
spell-bound from the moment she’d stepped up onto the stage
accompanied by a whole lot of cheers and hooting. She probably sung
here often, was employed to keep the drinkers entertained. They
sure got their money’s worth.
sideways on the bar stool, Simon took another sip, feeling himself
relax as the song changed from a fast beat to a softer, slower, and
infinitely sadder tune. The woman’s voice held everyone spellbound
as she sang, the music a perfect blend to her tone which swelled
out to touch almost every person in the bar.
came in, a crowd forming, and Simon couldn’t blame them. No one in
their right mind could possibly walk past the door and not enter to
song passed, alternating between fast, happy, sad, slow, mostly
popular songs that had the crowd swaying to the tune or simply
bopping along. It wasn’t only the crowd who enjoyed the singing, it
was the woman herself. Simon might not be able to tell the colour
of her eyes from the distance separating them, but he could see the
happiness, the glow of someone who loved what she was doing. Her
voice told the story of the song and that lush body did the same,
dipping and swaying, strutting, provocative one song, gently moving
with another song.
woman could sing, that’s all Simon could think, and she could move.
Why hadn’t he heard of her? She had to have music out on CDs
He glanced at
the barman. “What’s her name?”
you’re thinking, mate.” The barman chuckled. “You won’t find her
music in a CD shop.”
do this professionally.” The barman nodded towards the empty glass.
Simon glanced back at the woman, watched as she shoved one hand
through her hair to push it back from her face. “I can’t believe
she’s not some big star.”