Almost losing his composure, for the first time in his adult life, Daniel Skinner wanted someone’s approval other than his own. He was doing it for ...the love of a woman so that they might have the blessings of Anita’s family…he owed Anita that. Inwardly, Marvin sighed as Mary hugged this interloper. Mary’s motherly instincts were always right. Mary had spent many a lunch hour with the interloper…he hadn’t, regretting that he hired the private investigator. Marvin looked up at the ceiling. There was another woman, and two or three more men."Can you believe this?" I grunted. "The girls aren't exactly pretty, but at least they have the bloom of youth still upon them. Who are these guys? The Local Society of Losers? God, they're all middle- aged and paunchy and pasty. Look, that one has zits all over his butt. How attractive." Don't squeeze those titties too hard," Kimbra shrieked, "they might burst!" God," I remarked, "so much effort and it doesn't look like anyone is really having. ‘My team is receiving a reward and I have to be there.’ Her eyes clothes as she massage her scalp. ‘I fucking hate parties.’ It was clear the very thought of attending this party had stressed her out. She scrunched up her face, but I barely noticed. I was intoxicated by the scent of vanilla and what I thought to be apricots wafting out as she fingered through her hair. For a moment I was transfixed by the aroma, but I soon realized that this was a great opportunity for me. I could go with her.. Is that OK ?" " And over to you, Miss Ratcatcher-Bucket...welcome to the show, Ophelia. My oh my, young lady that's quits a set of bazookas you're sporting there and might I add that you're looking particularly repulsive this evening. The warts are a nice touch, did you do them yourself or do they run in the family ? Tell the audience a bit about yourself" I'm a welder and I collect stamps and car registration numbers in my spare time, Kat. The warts were in the box I grew up in. Dad must have.