The female escapee moved unsteadily back in our direction and sort of fell into the chair opposite me seeing that they were all caught up in their own...devices and that nobody was looking for her."The wine here is devilishly good. I am afraid I have had too much. My name is Patricia. My husband is in that pack over there but he is all caught up in chasing down that pretty little Canadian girl whose husband is screwing the tour guide almost every night. She is a pathetic little creature but she. As long as it isn’t rape or child abuse, I see no reason, we see no reason, to reject or condemn it.“By the way, my wife actually proposed the name for the new church and I agreed quickly with it, for plenty of good reasons, but mostly because it simply made sense on its own merits. Oh, and one of the members of my new church is none other than Tanya Darling, a new candidate for the United States House of Representatives. I say that because while my name remains on the ballot, I want everyone. They both sat on a bench a few feet away from where they had been. The man started talking about himself, Tammy found out he goes for a walk every evening and is single and his name is John. "That was fuckin great, you are such a hot little cum whore, so same time again tomorrow night?" John asked "Maybe" she couldn't believe she was thinking about it, "what time is it right now then?" asked Tammy "About half past nine" Tammy then said goodbye and she will think about it and he should check. What had begun, as a simple teen-aged defense mechanism had, by his early thirties, become an ingrained unconscious habit. All importantly, appearances or looks counted for nothing with Steve. He only related to what the person said and failed utterly to read a person's body language or demeanour. As a social animal, Steve was a total no-no. The only time a compliment passed his lips was to praise a good idea. Clothes and appearance counted for nothing and this of course invariably put.