He came back out into the bedroom, looked around, and spotted the walk-in.“What do you guys want?” said the woman.“Valuables, ma’am,” said B...obby in his Batman voice. She stared at him for a second.“Oh, that’s funny,” she said. “That’s really fucking hilarious. Where’s Dale, where’s my husband?”“Good-looking guy, about my height, nice haircut? He’s downstairs,” said Erik.“He’s fine, ma’am,” said Bobby.“Would you knock it off,” said the woman. “Fucking Batman voice, Jesus.”“He was dealing with an. We talk about my week and everything I have to do for work. You smile and say “It’s good I have some friends in town and I can go shopping while you’re working, that should keep me busy.” You finish your drink and just lift the glass a little giving me the hint and I get up to go to the bar to get another one. There is a longer line this time and after about 10 minutes, I come back with your martini and my tonic water. As I turn, I see a younger guy standing at the table and you talking to him. .Jane said Gary why not come over here for 5 minutes and give me a go..Steven and Gary both went in a hole each..Jane was game..Mark was loving it,,go on lads fuck her..Claire and i just watched at how good Jane was at fucking them both,she must have done this before she married Mark..i said to Claire do you want that?? what do you think,,i said look this is only going to happen once with us so make the most of it cos i am,,go on then ask them..i said to the lads when you done there can you. ’ They hung up and Dylan pulled onto the side street. He glanced at the roses in the front seat and he hoped that she wouldn’t think him too old fashion for bringing flowers, but his father used to bring home flowers for his mother every Friday. Each Friday was a different flower, and his mother looked forward to those days. The Friday after his dad had died, his mother was sitting in the kitchen, staring at the bouquet that was left over from the Friday before. ‘Mom?’ Dylan had asked. ‘Hey.