The waste slid down my throat and into my stomach.?Good boy!??Thank you for your gift, Taylor.? I said with a smile.?You?re welcome. Ok, it?s time for... breakfast. Do you like eggs???Sure I do! But I didn?t think I?d be eating so well during my training.??Well, you won?t be eating them right away. First, I?m going to eat my breakfast. Then, with whatever eggs are left over, I am going to chew them up and spit them in those dirty, 5 day old socks I was wearing last night. Then, I?m going for a. Mungo's right now and damn the consequences.A tapping began on the door, and Sirius moved soundlessly to the door. He'd drilled a few peep holes in it ages ago, and he used one now, jumping back reflexively as a pointy beak nearly took his eye out.A grumbling Sirius cracked the door open and allowed the bird in. "All right, Fawkes. You flying special delivery today?" The bird was not looking his best, so Sirius took the note and waved Fawkes off."He needs you. Please come. Your old friend, H.. The new term started and the dodgy haircut was gone, but alas, the same couldn’t be said for the goatee with more than an auburn hint. We didn’t hate each other on sight, or rub each other up the wrong way (as all Mills and Boon books state is the norm), in fact, it was sickeningly devoid of drama. We hit it off immediately. He was the first man under 40 that I’d spoken to in months that didn’t address any conversation to my nipples. He made me laugh, he didn’t try and chat me up or touch me or. As ISOBEL turns on the pole tothen stand she notices CHRISTIAN. She struts closer tohim, bends over whilst slightly wiggling her bum thencrouches for a tip. CHRISTIAN slips in her garter belta £20 note, discreetly folded inside the note is abusiness card.CHRISTIANI will see you laterISOBELExcuse me?CHRISTIAN looks directly at ISOBEL, smiles, turnsto put his glass on the table, picks up his jacket andleaves the club. ISOBEL is intrigued but doesn’t letit distract her and continues to dance.EXT..