Ian lived alone and thought it be a great idea to for me to come stay for a while.Still wearing his work uniform, Ian sits in his chair with his feet ...ropped up on the corner of the coffee table writing a song for his band to play. His facial expression says that he’s deep in thought. Every now and then he’d pick up his guitar to test a few notes that match his lyrics before sitting it back down, scrawling the notes and lyrics down. Quietly I lay sprawled out on his sofa, reading a nice little. I also told him he might have to stay there longer.I left office and took an auto to pick up Anita from the boutique she worked at. On the way home I informed her about Bodan’s ‘decision’ to stay back. She looked a little disappointed. I kept my hand on hers and told her not to worry, she will be fine here. She gave a nervous smile and I removed my hand. I told her we should have dinner outside, it will make her feel better. She said it was not needed but I wanted a drink anyway. I took her to. Now, I was out consulting at a small firm in Vegas, but managed to get a little bit of down-time to myself. Also, for once, I wasn’t compelled to go out to dinner or for drinks with any of the local management as they all seemed to be of the non-drinking persuasion. What the fuck is the point in not drinking? I’m originally from England, and for us, drinking is pretty much our national sport. It used to be rugby, which is sort of like your American Football only less wimpy. The problem is that. "So, the guests?" asked Anita. "Oh, they are upstairs." replied Fay vaguely, "Fucking." As their attention was diverted to Fay; Jack stole a loutish swig of his Champagne. As he suspected, the party was in full swing – literally. "It would be terrible to miss out, don't you think?" asked Anita. "Yes, it would and I don't think we need to go upstairs either." Fay added gesturing to what was happening behind Jack. Jack looked behind him; a woman clad only in stockings was enjoying one of the.