At some point in the evening Erica declared that Nathan was our D’Artagnan, seeing as we were quite obviously the Three Misfiteers. Oh how we laughe...… Well we were tipsy. That is, all of us except Nathan, seeing as he was driving. Me and Nathan decided to leave Alan and Erica to it. They were in the mood to tie one on and get a taxi back. Alan would leave his car at our place… Our place? I’d only been there one night and it was only temporary until I could find another flat, so why was I so. The main reason it was so great is we had a reason now to live together.Mark, the office manager, had hired me when he found out I was Jason'sbrother. It seems Jason had been on good terms with Mark and he'd hired memore as a favor to him than anything. The two of them usually made it ahabit of stopping regularly every Friday night after work for a littlehappy hour. It was on one of those Fridays I joined them on their Fridaynight stop but I sat there like a dunce as they talked about girls. I had been holding my breath as she acknowledged me, unable to take my eyes from her.What was it about her that was so fascinating? Yes, she was beautiful, but there was more to it than that. I was trying to comprehend just what made her exceptional and it was eluding me. More than anything, her lack of adornment was a huge factor. Her beauty was natural. If, as I had imagined, she had simply washed her face, brushed her hair, threw on a ratty old sweater and a pair of jeans, then hurried to. ‘Gentlemen, meet Michele. Michele, meet the gentlemen,’ Ellie introduced them sarcastically. ‘As for you, my law enforcing accomplice, you can sit over there on the lounge and I will keep you suitably amused whilst Michele and our three comrades entertain us.’ Ellie sauntered over to an overstuffed lounge which had been positioned beside the bed. The three men rose as one and sauntered over to the bed and they looked down and surveyed Michele tied to the bed. They stared at the middle aged.