Someone asked what would happen if a bloke got the wrong glass and we all burst out laughing again. (Of course, all this seemed hilarious last night..... what's going to happen when i get to work this evening is another matter and find that word's got about.)Anyway, we were all still killing ourselves when two blokes came sidling up. They were in their mid forties and were both well dressed in suits and ties; they had a waiter in tow who was carrying an ice bucket with two bottles of 'champagne'. Fran was excited at the meal. Each flavour was more exciting than the next, but neither woman ate to excess. The rice wine enhanced the meal, but both drank modestly."That was a superb meal, Frédérique. I have never tasted better." It was something of a shot in the dark, with that agency, but I would now recommend them to anyone."They moved to the lounge with a five-star brandy warming in balloon glasses and a cafetiére of excellent coffee.As 'The New World' Symphony. Even if he did manage a look upmy dress there wasn't anything he could have seen except my pantieswhich I was suddenly aware had started slipping a bit toward the crackof my butt. I resisted the urge to try and place them back onto thecheek where they belonged.I walked over to a painting I found interesting, modern art, a swirl ofcolors but the pattern suggested something real. I didn't care forpictures of just squares, or splashes of paint without meaning to me.Others might like it but not I.I. Hunter looked at the two, and called Davey over. They walked a few feet away and looked at the girls, then each other, and the came back with equally devious smiles on their faces. “We are prepared to make you a deal,” Davey said, with a smile on his face. “We’ll give you tickets and transportation to Warped tomorrow with back stage passes if you agree to spend the night with us. “ Moria looked at Robbin and Robbin smiled at Moria. “Hell yes!” they said in unison. The girls couldn’t believe.