Red Light Special

From: The Book of Willie

One of my favourite perks with being a member of the Aloy's group is the free counseling sessions. It's evident that our group members are quite supportive of each other. Especially when times go rough. And especially when they involve the opposite sex.

In the years our group has been together, we have discovered numerous spots around Sydney to call our home for such discussions. For example: the G-spots - one, two and three; Star City, Cador's, 7-Eleven, Kenta and of course, Sam Lau's penthouse.

I don't know why this particular case took place in the heart of King's Cross...

I recall one of the funnier moments in Aloy's counseling history...

The infant stages of Willie’s relationship with Sammi were fairly turbulent. By the time it reached 4 months, trouble seemed to loom. The Aloys' group wisdom was needed to counsel poor Willie. Justin and I were there.

As we were strolling down the main strip of King's Cross, Willie was completely convinced that all his relationship trauma with Sammi could be solved by seeing one person: a prostitute. Willie being Willie, it made it quite hard for us to judge whether he was joking or serious.

It was safest to take him seriously...

Justin and I tried our best to persuade him from such a stupid notion. Justin and I also tried our best not to laugh at such a stupid notion, but Charles was hell-bent on paying for sex that night. We intercepted Willie in every turn of his mission. Eventually, the swift bastard led us into the abyss behind Hungry Jack's.

Willie pointed to a house. A wicked smile was drawn on his face. The house had all it's windows closed, like all the neighbouring houses in the dark road. But with one difference...

Me, perplexed - "What the fuck are you pointing at?"

Willie, proud - "Mate... Look!"

Me, still perplexed - "Huh?..."

Willie, still proud - "Red light."

At this point I felt it best to stop pursuing him. It was futile. He's a big boy, he can make his own choices. He jogged up to the front door and stood there, as if waiting for me to follow him.

As I drew closer, I took more notice of the prominent red light, advertising the house as a surgery.