Me, being very drunken on many glasses of wine, spirits and liqueurs, and sprawled quite comfortably in his huge leather passenger seat. It felt nice ...and cool against my skin and so comfortable. We laughed and chatted as he drove and soon we were at my door. I pouted, telling him I wasnt ready to go home and asked if we could go for another drive. He took country roads, which was much more exciting, the sports handling on his car leaving me sliding on the leather seat, as we turned corners,. "After this call, I'm going to the marina." he said."I didn't need to know that," I replied. Just to let him know not to trust anyone. "So what do you know?" I know that you are dealing with one miserable son of a bitch. He is one of the worst mother fuckers it has ever been my displeasure to run across. The family, that's who has the lease on the casino is one nasty bunch of assholes. The head of the family came to the USA after the fall of the Shaw of Iran. He took all the money he could. Then came a barrage of orders, often contradictory. Reins were loosened and they moved forward. No sooner did they start than they were jerked to a stop. At last it became clear that they were supposed to march in unison, matching each other step for step. As they became accustomed to each other's rhythm Karen and Chrissie were able to maintain their synchronized steps with only an occasional voice command. Sometimes, especially when they were turning, they lost their concentration. There. Curry ... mmm.The place Jim was looking for was a house. Not a restaurant ... some Indian or Pakistani family’s home.As we pulled in the drive, Jim said, “Albert told me about this place.”“How is Albert?”“Disappointed you didn’t call him ... maybe pissed. He’s certified, too. So is Mattie. They’d heard and wanted to help. Mattie has her own troubles with the uni Rugby club.”I let that stew a bit.At the private home, we were greeted in the grand style. The food was by buffet and the price was.