After Geoff closed the door behind him, I looked at Mary and she was smiling shyly. I poured us another glass of wine each and managed to get her talk...ng about her family; they had no children because Geoff hadn’t wanted any. She had two sisters. She told me about their garden and the fruit trees she tended so they had free apples every autumn. Then she reached into her handbag and took out some photographs. She slid closer to me to show me, and her bare arm touched mine. Then closer and her. As usual I was just sitting chatting with them and drinking a whisky when the landlords wife suggested to her hubby that he looked tired and maybe should go and have a lay down. After a little denial he decided to follow her advice and slunk off to his bedroom. When his wife came back in she sat down and started to ask me questions about my love life and what it was like to move from country to country.I began to wonder where she was leading to as she remained a good few feet from me and I felt. Manser selected two particularly truculent Thugs and ordered their feet untied."Your Leader lies dead, we must see to him." Manser explained, but if they expected a civilised burial then they had no concept of Manser's personality.Manser's friends Harry and Jennifer Wainwright were keeping a low profile throughout the incident and Manser invited them to see the show.Harry was around fifty, white but suntanned mid brown, fat, lazy, overeducated, while Jennifer was slightly younger, white from. My neighbours consisted mainly of young working class families, prostitutes and three Australian travellers who had decamped to Paris to work. It was not exactly the quietist place to live but the upside of this was that when I wanted to play the guitar late at night there were no complaints from my neighbours who were otherwise engaged in other nocturnal activities. Sitting there playing the guitar with a bottle of wine beside me looking out at the crimson sky as the sun sank over the city,.