“I couldn’t believe my luck when I heard Mr Roberts was coming here; I’ve had to make all sorts of promises to get here as well, but I think he ...wants to add you to his photo portfolio, and who wouldn’t. I know Madame Jane, and she’s bound to ask me to look after you and make sure he doesn’t let his cock take over; I can’t believe how it’s working out.” Jane frowned a little but Roberts persisted and pointed to Sandy; as if by clockwork Jane Ok’d Bella to go with Roberts for the weekend and. You’re a thing. And when I take away a thing, that’s theft.’ ‘Jesus, just shoot me and get it over with… I don’t want to live anyway.’ ‘Can’t just kill you Jonny, Sweet Peter might take pity on you at the Pearlies,’ she chambered a round, unflicked the safety, and removed the clip. It left just one bullet in the live gun. It would suffice. ‘You’re going to kill yourself and I’m going to help. You’re doing it with a bottle anyway. I’m just here to speed things up. Plus, I know you’re Catholic. They’d made me do physiotherapy swim sessions in one of the hospitals and I’d hated it. I’d kept trying to kick with the leg that wasn’t there. I forced that thought aside and concentrated on arms, moving cautiously parallel to the bank, trailing my leg along the soft bottom. I heard her voice behind me. ‘Jeez, Steve, what happened?’ I managed to turn, balancing on my leg and fanning with my arms to stay upright. ‘I gotta weakness for wet T-shirts. The Army oughta add them to its official. This is just the reception, right? I don't have to go to the courthouse and get a license or anything, do I?" Mark had suddenly come alive with his version of wit."Oh, good grief!" There was definitely exasperation in her tone. "No, we don't need a marriage license, unless you want one, of course. You do realize, don't you, that many of the people attending this will be people that were at school with you." Yes, I am sure that many of our friends will be there. It should be fun. I look forward.