Kay was an excellent kisser; Paul loved to kiss and cuddle with her. Paul had dropped Kay at her house then driven home to his home. Paul was twenty-s...ix and still lived with his divorced mother. Debbie, Paul’s mum, was a gynaecologist who had her own practice. Paul’s father was also a doctor, but he was in General Practice. His parents had divorced five years ago. Paul had a law degree and could practice law, but his love of Antiques was the path he had chosen in life. When his aunt had died,. "We oldies can't afford to," he answered mournfully."Speak for yourself, old man!" snorted Deborah.Sally shrieked with laughter. "Emma," she said to the other barmaid, "come and look at Deborah's lovely ring." In a minute. There are other customers," Emma replied pointedly."Oops!" said Sally and went to help but not before she had put her head in the kitchen to tell Jim.Jim came round the bar a couple of minutes later. "Congratulations!" he said to Richard warmly shaking his hand. "Glad you. Whenever they got bored of doing one thing to me, they would do something else. They were entirely creatures of hedonistic impulse. They toyed and played with me like a pack of laughing hyenas helping themselves to an open feast.Eventually, they had their fill of hyper-sexual fun with me. They all got up, and looked down at me laying helpless and tied on the snowy ground, naked and bedraggled."Now what?"One of them asked with a curious soft chuckle."Let's hang her upside down and slit her. ."I waited. "Could you give me the information, then?" I finally asked."Oh, yeah," Wendy answered. "Gerry Pembroke." She also gave me his phone number. "What's up?" I'm planning a birthday party for Kris," I explained. "I want to invite you and Gerry, but I also wanted to know if Gerry could get his band together for the Saturday after next."Wendy thought a moment. "He doesn't have a gig then. What time?" Starts at noon, and we don't have an end time." Sounds like quite a gig." Oh, he won't be.