They quickly joined me thanking me for the drinks. Sue sat opposite me and Stewart to my left. The conversation soon flowed, we were getting on very w...ll, and a few belly laughs showed we had the same sense of humour.The drinks finished, Stewart got up to order another round, I said I would have another shandy, Stewart quickly informed me we would be spending some time together and that the hotel we had booked would definitely be getting a visit for all 3 of us.Whilst Stewart was at the bar Sue. She was a tigress in bed, the shower, on the kitchen table, living room couch, or anywhere else they chose to have sex. She was wise beyond her years, nature loving, and gifted with great common sense. In short, he remembered her fondly because her personality and Iris' were so similar.He had got along well with her with her family too. And her slightly creepy great-grandmother, who had once been visiting when Clara brought him over in the Christmas holidays, had been a little too enthusiastic. We got him on security camera going into Biff Wells' hotel room. Can you believe that shit? He's going to get the needle!"Actually, if I were honest, I couldn't believe it. Tiny Huntley did not get to his spot atop a criminal organization by doing stupid shit. Could I accept he killed Biff? Oh yeah. But Tiny did not show up at your hotel room and shoot you. He had you brought to him and he spent the better part of six months making you wish you were dead before he finally got bored with you.At. .. let's see... another game... another great test of mental excellence and playing skill like strip poker... ah... like spin the bottle... yeah, spin the bottle is good!" Spin the bottle... spin the bottle... spin the bottle!" Kate began to chant, and then she abruptly stopped in mid-dance. "How the fuck do you play "spin the bottle" anyway?"Larry got the next case of the giggles. Kate's remark set him off. Soon the tears were rolling down his face."Kissing or stripping, that's the deal with.