" Shh not so loud, you'll offend people, besides nothing will happen in here, not to you or the drinks. I can guarantee that." Where's the bathroom?" ...he whispers, a look of concern on her face."The ladies, is over there past the pool table, you won't find a bath in it."She scowls at him before walking off.He looks at his beer, wondering whether the taste will live up to his memory, before tentatively taking a sip.He tries to just sip the beer and savour the taste. However the sensation as each. Photographs.One shot hit the prostitute. One shot hit Dragon. Police found where the third shot had hit the pavement near where I’d fainted. Only one shot had been fired from Ernie’s gun. I had no idea what order the shots were fired in. Police asked repeatedly who shot first. I didn’t know. I was given permission to call home and Bruce came to pick me up. He had to park clear over by the clinic and walk to the scene, explaining to three different cops that he was there to pick me up. Neither. He came from the IRS. He wore a smart suit and carried a flashy brief case. His claim was that the money was found on the property hence was taxable at a rate of fifty percent. I called him a fool and an ass, claiming that the money had been withdrawn from the banks by the family due to distrust in the banks at the time, all taxes having been paid. I received a whisper in the back of my mind that felt like a practical joke had been carried out. I reached into the lid of the chest and fished out. "Fuck it, I'll get a hotel for the night!" I said to myself. Probably an other rash decision but this flat was really starting to bug me. All the apparent happy memories, Amanda and I shared. All the plans we had, all ruined and destroyed. The thing that was really getting to me most was that I provided everything for her, I gave her this amazing flat, anything she wanted she got. Our sex life was way above average as well which hurt even more. Unless she was an incredible actress at faking.