Of course I let them off though. One of them was drop dead gorgeous, 6’4 and obviously worked out daily. That was Jon. Since he moved in I had made ...loads of excuses to go round... ‘have you got any sugar I can borrow?’ He always smiled at me, retrieved the goods, then sent me packing. I guess I liked him more because he didn’t seem too interested in me. The thrill of the chase. I had always been that way. Once I got them I quickly lose interest. His friend was less of a catch. Although not. He was on cash counter it was about 2 o’ clock and it was about lunch time. I thought I was late, I went there he was about to leave his seat. After seeing me he said oh Guptaji, How are you? I said I am here to deposit some cash, am I late? He said no no we r here for you people only. He put his hand out of window to shake with me. I shook my hand and I got very strange feeling as he tried to hold my hand for long. His hand was thin and very soft. This gave me nice feeling and holding his hand. I personally wasn't that bothered about going, as i'm not into 'acting scenes' and public speaking, but a night of drinking with good friends was good enough for me.The invitation stated to dress up as detectives as such, so i went with a black suit and open shirt, while my girlfriend becky chose a black shortish pencil skirt and white blouse.We arrived at rob and jenny's house around 7pm, being greeted by rob wearing trousers and shirt, but more surprising was jenny's outfit, simply a man's. I went thirty centimetres off the ground. As I walked back to Marina I stopped to jump again and again. Every time I went higher and higher. Well past her I was able to jump over her head. With the same effort, I went nearly two metres high and the landing took longer too.When I landed the last time, I took Marina's hand and hurried back to where I started and said, "Jump."She did but not even as high as I did. Every five metres we did the same thing again and I jumped with her. When we were.