The place was hot, beautifully decorated with a large dance floor surrounded by tables and banquettes, and vip areas upstairs overlooking those below.... They were all thrilled to have gotten in and were amongst celebrities and the crè,me de la crè,me of Hollywood. Lily was at the bar sipping her third drink of the evening. She wasnt drunk yet but had a pleasant buzz. Her companions were dancing with a couple of pretty guys. She turned when she felt a hand on her back and saw a very. I parked in the next street along from our's and crept up our path towards the back of the house.As I approached the back door I could hear noises from our bedroom above.Sounded like she was getting strangled or something.My thoughts were racing.I silently entered the house and made my way to the stairs.Inside the noises were louder.There was a trail of the bitches clothes up the stairs.On step one,her shoe.Step two a stocking quickly followed by another,then her bra,panties and a pair of mens. His face and hands are so brown, they are almost black. Above his wrists his arms are almost pure alabaster white and from just below his hairline up his skin is white tainted with red dust plastered on by perspiration.He looked at her straight in the eye by habit, and his eyes are blue yet so pale to be almost colourless with squint lines from smiling and the need for looking into the distance into harsh sunlight.'Those eyes!' she thought, 'I know, Paul Newman!'She loathes Paul Newman.He. If I was a cartographer I might have mapped the curious coast line that surrounds her, but after a time there was no need. I knew her flesh like the back of my hand. Or I thought I did, until Amelia’s shape slowly started to change, new curves forming as the baby quickened. As the weather grows a little cooler we settle into a new night-time routine. I get myself done in the bathroom, brush my teeth, take a piss, and then slide into the cold bed first. ‘Alex, I’m a pregnant woman. I’m delicate.