Natasha will make sure your lovely wife comes to no harm. And besides, I'm bored with all these geriatrics . . . So you're in a band. What do you play...?" Bass," I said."You any good?"I'd studied Double Bass at school, and later had auditions for the Halle Youth Orchestra. I told her all this in tedious detail, really bigging myself up. But I didn't mention I abandoned my music studies for the quick cash of continental shifts on the production line of the local tyre factory. Now I only rehearsed. I felt myself getting a little hard and I blushed at the embarrassment. He seemed to sense this and gave a smile that just made my pulse race...he was gorgeous!Where are you off to he asked, I stuttered that I was just going to a few bars in London, nothing special and I wasn't meeting anyone. Then he looked at me and asked " what kind of bars? Do they cater for a particular clientele?" I was bright red by this point and could only mutter " I'm going to a gay bar" With that he put his hand on. We had a smoking cup of tea at the stall and a lit a special filters , just one which was not totally wet.through the smoke we started conversing on trivia.she was working as a advt executive in pune and had come for a client presentation and had to reach pune the next day as she was getting engaged to and IT yuppie NRI. I felt like cursing the gods for this non resident idiot. Suddenly there came a sumo, with many people inside,actually a family .they got down to have tea and came to know of. “I take it from the look on your face that you don’t approve,” Sam says, suppressing a smile.“Let’s just say that I rather keep a look out than stay in here, watching this filth,” the young agent says.“That’s fine,” she says with a shrug. “We shouldn’t be too long.” She walks ahead, leaving Geoffrey at the door. It isn’t hard for her to find Spencer among the crowd. He has someone pressed against the wall by the collar of his shirt.“Whoa now, mister,” the man shrieks, flailing his arms around..