’ ‘Whisky!’ ‘No elegant cocktail?’ That grinning quip earned me a big fat scowl. ‘You go first,’ she said, running her tongue over the l...ip of her glass of whisky. ‘Ladies first.’ ‘I asked first.’ I hold both palms at her and say I’m happy to begin. ‘You’re having an affair.’ ‘Ha!’ she said. ‘Your little brain has managed to work that one out, has it? ‘Yeah, and I want a divorce.’ ‘You arrogant, conceited man – you’re the biggest adulterer in this street, probably the entire neighborhood.’ Time. But I could tell she were still upset from last night. I said bye, and went to work.---------A Few moments later Clara arrived to the house."Hi, Helen." Hi, Clara." You up for some sunbathing.," Clara asked."Yep, I've even got my bathing suit on." Helen told her."No no no, you can't wear a bathing suit, you've got to wear a bikini, no guy is going to find that suit sexy." Clara said."But I haven't bought a bikini yet." Helen told Clara."That's ok, I have one for you."And Clara took a tiny thong. “Why are you looking at his ass?” Derek shook it off, then went to find his own homeroom and new teachers. The school was large enough that the senior class was broken into two groups. As such, they had different homerooms and no courses together, so Derek only saw Cooper in passing. When they did meet, however, Derek found himself staring at him. His eyes were strangely drawn to Cooper, observing his feminine build, slender fingers, smooth complexion and full lips. Derek had decided that. Why were these awards ceremonies always held in the middle of winter? Luckily, we men are dressed in tuxedos whereas the poor women are wearing their best cocktail dresses which although fabulous viewing to break the monotony of the ceremony, they offer little if any protection from the elements. The Grosvenor was its usual dull self, save the cocktail bar which had plenty to offer in terms of visual entertainment. Lots of young secretary types with LBDs trying to impress their workplace.