“Thanks,” Thomas said and gave her a wink. “Hey, what’s your name cutie?” “Brenda.” “That’s a pretty name,” Thomas said. “Now, B...enda…” “Yes?” “Do you believe a man can live without a woman the rest of his life?” Thomas slurred slightly. Apparently the alcohol was finally getting to him. Brenda placed one hand on her hip, putting her weight on her left leg, and gave a soft giggle. “No man can be without a woman the rest of his life!” “See!” Thomas said triumphantly. “Now Brenda, don’t you. 6.45. A little early but he should still be in. She knocked again. This time more loudly.....Still no answer. Cara was losing her patience now. She had not travelled all this way just to find out he's not in. She knocked again. No, not knocked, banged. She pounded her fist against the door demanding an answer.....Fuck this. She thought to herself, she turned the handle and door flew open. Surprisingly. She wasn't genuinely expecting it to be open. The flat was dark. She couldn't really see much. As she began to speak, he formed a mental image of an intellectual but retiring lioness.Feline analogies intensified, however, when they first had a sit-down dinner, and he was able to see her eyes clearly. They were mostly green, but seemed to shift to a gold tone at times, very much like a captivating cat. She wore little makeup, but her strawberry blonde hair normally was a near-perfect background. The hair of her eyelashes and eyebrows was a little lighter and did not ideally contrast, but. ***************************************************************Miss Pinker looked around the room as she finished her story LadyIsabelle's face was alternating between ghostly white and an unhealthylooking puce colour. She tried to speak but only a few spluttering'semerged. Miss Pinker smiled at the audience and said "Now I think it istime you heard from the star of this wedding, which of course is alwaysthe bride."James Tells his StoryJames stood and looked about the room at his friends."Thank.