Trish says: "Well I don't think us liking the way you look is thepoint, I would I have thought a tracksuit and a pair of running shoeswould be more ap...propriate for a meeting with Beryl."Wendy says, We're very concerned about your safety Chris, if Berylbeats you up, how are you going to defend wearing that." She's not going to beat me up, Nikki said she wouldn't." And you lied to us," my boss says."I didn't lie, I just changed my mind."Yesterday I was shocked she would want to meet me and I. I awoke to some warm oiled hands sliding up my back. I moaned softly, wanting nothing more than to drift back into darkness. Those hands were strong, kneading my shoulders, then my neck and down my back, warming me. I felt strangely groggy, asking whose hands were on my back…I noticed my arms were stretched above my head, firmly bound to the bedposts. Pinned down on my stomach, I could not even turn my head.I tried to sit up, but a heavy hand on the small of my back kept me down. The deep voice. Oh yeah, the other condition she placed on our going was that I had to arrive in my dress blues. It was mildly annoying, considering how the jacket rides around your throat, and she insisted that I drive there wearing the jacket. ‘I know,’ she said. ‘It’s just that I’m super nervous and I want them to like you right away, not pass judgement before they get to know you.’ ‘I love you, and even if your parents don’t approve, I’m still going to love you.’ The drive was horrendous in that uniform,. “What goes up black and white and comes down red?”“A man reading a book on an airplane – that’s an old one.”Angie stares him out and offers to buy him another drink out of her dividends.“Dividends, eh! Well, fuck me.”Mac comes across and fills their glasses.“Closing in ten, just to let you know.”Both Grant and Angie sighed at the comment and both let out the word Fuck at the same time. Home time was looming and neither of them wanted to leave the bubble they had created. Angie couldn’t put her.