A single room was not worth all this commuting.As I walked along the High Street I noticed that an older man was following me. For about 5 minutes now..., he’d been just walking along my side. Our eyes locked and he gave me a smile.“So you like Halloween?” he asked while eyeballing me from top to bottom. The man had a thick middle eastern accent.“Yeah, heading to a party right now,” I replied, not wanting to be rude.“Party? We can go party at my place right now.”“No thank you,” I said with a. ’ But they were so drunk that they hadn’t listened to a word I had said, they also looked as if they were in the mood for a fight. The minutes that followed are a bit of blur but I can remember another lad helping me by holding off one of them with a dagger while I fought the other, the fight was the shortest I’ve ever been in, he made a lunge at me which I easily dodged, I then gave him a right hook to the jaw and knocked him out cold as I knocked the man out the lad tripped his friend over. I had good grades and went on to university where I got my degree a year before the stipulated schedule. I got a job as an accountant in a small firm that produced high-end kitchen furnishings, such as cupboards, countertops, and modules.My social life was limited to a couple of friends. I would meet them for a few beers once or twice a month. I had a few girlfriends over the years, but they didn’t stick around for very long. Apparently, they found me boring and anti-social. I didn’t want to go. It seems like someone else's nightmare." Okay. Let's get you inside and get a steak into you. A couple of beers probably wouldn't hurt. Then I've got a proposition for you. No details today. I wouldn't want to disrespect Brenda's memory by discussing business right after her funeral. I'll just give you a heads up on something I've been thinking about, and leave my card with you. At a more appropriate time, we'll talk."The women, having heard what Fred said, took over then and got him inside,.