"Don't worry, Shannon's Mammy." A blond head popped through the sun roof of the Audi, with a shit eating grin attached to it. Grinning widely, Gibsie waggled his brows and said, "He'll take good care of your little girl," before disappearing back into the car and cranking the stereo to the max. Popping back up once more, he threw himself into the chorus of Madonna's Like A Virgin, as he sang at the top of his lungs and made suggestive hand movements, all directed at my mother