As soon as Martha arrives for her first shift at the Rocket Club, she knows something’s amiss. “G’day, gorgeous,” a cretinous punter slurs as she enters. As she clocks her co-workers’ state of undress she is greeted by Cindy, the strutty bar manager, who casually mentions she better get cracking before the fun starts in an hour. What fun is this she speaks of? Martha blinks in anticipation but fails to notice the poles gleaming on the stage until there are ladies twirling around them in their pants. Blimey. Martha spends most of the night slumped over the cocktail book, trying to keep up with the demand for Thorny Devils, but at least she’s make a friend – barfly and perv extraordinaire, Steve. And what wandering hands he has. Eventually she snaps, chucking a drink in his leering face. This has the effect of winning Cindy’s respect, but Steve comes after her. Martha screams and Cam materialises, chucking the loser out on his ear. Just where has he been all this time? Too busy to tell Martha he’s pimping her out to a girlie bar, clearly, but Martha’s too mesmerised by the eyebrow to get cross.Everybody needs good neighboursCassie’s making tracks with her plan to start up a counselling hotline for Summer Bay. Dan warns her that funding will be the hardest thing to get, but Cassie’s determined and there’s no shortage of local support. Colleen offers her services as a counsellor, crowing, “I’m a fountain of knowledge!” God forbid. Matilda and Ric manage to untangle themselves and pitch in.Family guyMeanwhile, Sally’s over the moon with the way things are panning out at home. Brad’s getting along with the kids like a house on fire. Sally sees this as a sign to get her claws in good and proper and starts on at him to move in. Brad’s hesitant at first; it’s a massive step, moving a new man in when Flyn’s bumprints still adorn the sofa. But Brad decides to be brave, and a family meeting is called. Brad is bricking it as the meeting approaches, but he needn’t have worried. Cassie and Ric welcome him with open arms into Team Summer Bay, soppily positioning a photo of him on the mantelpiece. He’s faaaamily now.

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