It was HER turn. Glancing at the clock, she knew where she would find him. He would be in the exercise room working out. It was his morning ritual. S...he slipped out of bed, dragging the top sheet with her, to wrap around her naked body. Standing in the doorway, she watched him for a moment. He was laying on the exercise bench with a 20 pound dumb bell in each hand. Lowering them to the floor and raising them above his head, with straightened arms. His chest was already covered in sweat and she. The top half, anyway. The coffee sits on the table half finished. Reaching for the carton he removes the lid which his clumsy fingers drop to the floor. Bending down to retrieve it he sneaks a look. Nice looking pins and arse by the looks of things too. Sitting back up he notices she’s staring at him. What? Charlie looks away and takes a swig. Not so nice now it’s getting cold but the cognac still burns on the way down. He stares out the window. Two and a half hours to go. Settling back he. Lee was an old rugby pal he had boxed in his youth and was the original gentle giant 6’2 amazing upper body strength biceps like steel he had lost a couple of teeth due to rugby and had them replace with gold, he had a variety of tattoos over his chest around his biceps it was his passionI had played rugby with him for 10 years or more and knew he was blessed with a huge cock, and yes he was black his nick name in the club was The Dark Destroyer .I invited him to the party “ Yes no problem man. She checked all the props; the handkerchiefs, the assortment of small boxes, the gloves, the decks of cards, the bouquet of feathers, the top hat, the squirty flowers used for comic relief. All of the props were examined and photographed, notes were made on their properties, just as last night she’d sat in the stands making detailed notes about the show, when no photography was allowed. The only props missing were the two white mice, three kittens and a tortoise; but if they’d still been there,.