She managed eventually. I wont eat you. Kevin reached for his small rucksack and pulled the expensive digital camera from it. It looked as though it h...ad just about survived and instinctively he took her picture. Sal blinked, blinded from the flash and laughed. Kevin took her picture again and again and found himself laughing with her. Can I make a quick call? he asked as she picked up his empty bowl. Do as you wish. She said. But, no one will hear you out here. She was right. As Kevin. ”“For why?”“Oh ... place to practice ... gym to stay in shape ... a sauna to sweat our pores, a spa to soak in after the sauna, a walk-in wine cellar ... What?”“Wine cellar? Karen. You’re allergic to grape. What are you going to do with a wine cellar?”“I’ll think of something.”“You could refrigerate it and keep kegs cold,” said a nosy parker at the counter.That got agreement from the entire counter ... and the waitress at the till.“I know,” I said. “I can have the staff serve wine to guests. I was at the end of the bar in a kinda darkened spot, my back was to it, the bar, elbows pushed back half supporting me while I watched them. She finally spotted me. She smiled weakly in my direction, busted, but she kept on dancing with him. Oh, him? He's Alan Whitley: a trucker and womanizer. Oh, and didn't I mention? Professional asshole! I flipped her the bird, took a final sip of my beer and started to leave. She made to come to me, but he held her, and she didn't fight him. I left. It. I'm calling you now."Sarah: "No"Sarah: "I'll explain more, but only in person. I want to see how uturned out."Me: "Clearly you already know that."Sarah: "U have to face me in person, and face what u did."Me: "You mean you want to gloat."Sarah: "U can come over and I'll explain more, or u can sulk there andyur on your own."Me: "Fine."Sarah: "see you soon."Me: "No, it's late. Tomorrow morning."Sarah: "Fine, get your beauty sleep. 8:00 am. Don't be late."Me: "OK"It was after I ran through that.