They sat in the restaurant gazing at one another. “God but I’ve missed you,” he whispered.She smiled, “It’s been hell knowing where you were...and what you were up against. Each day worrying if anything had gone wrong.”He took her hand from across the table, “Sharon, don’t worry, I’m indestructible”.She smiled again. “I’ve just thought, I dashed out without my overnight bag. I’ll have to use your toothbrush”, she chuckled.They stepped out in the street walking towards the main road to find a. “I guess.” He replied with a slight sigh of disappointment. Susan and Mark headed to the bar and he ordered drinks, for him a cold beer and for her a margarita. This would make her happy, or completely knock her unconscious. This was not a normal size beverage. This was a happy hour size and Mark knew why people were so happy after happy hour. Susan looked at her drink, smiled, giggled, and raising the large glass to her full freshly painted lips, took a large gulp. It was intense the balance. Someone had thrown coal dust down the front, and it had been done whilst still wet so the dust became engrained and dried in the material. I would have to wash it again and hope the stain would come out. Angry and in tears at my one and only dress being ruined, I stormed up the stairs and into our room. Seeing my discomfiture, Master Leonard asked, "What's the matter Emily?" I held up my blackened dress.For the first time since my thrashing I saw real anger in his eyes. "None of the maids or. .the bar and ne..need a ride. Will you come ….get me?” She was practically incoherent in the receiver. This wasn’t the first time, shit it wasn’t even the fourth or fifth time anymore that his mom had done this. Seemed almost every few weeks he was picking her drunk ass up at the bar to bring her home. Tonight especially he wasn’t in the mood for this shit. He shot a look to Karen still kneeling in the same spot and cursing that his mom called and killed the mood to fuck his bitch. “Better get.