"Okay, see you soon!", he hung up the phone. Of course, her English was terrible, but she knew enough to do her business. She hadn't been in the co...ntry long.This is it, 111 Fake Street. He looked at the letterbox number and pulled in with his little metallic blue Mitsubishi Mirage. He parked up, got out of the car then made his way to the front door. There was some kind of Chinese ormanentation on the door step which may have served more than decoration, he noticed.He knocked, then who. "Okay we're going to stand you up and make sure that everything looksgood," he said. He moved to the wall and pushed a button that made thetable angle down at my feet and then slowly stand itself up. I was stilllocked spread eagle with straps around my neck and torso so there was noway I could move or possibly escape. Just then the door swung open and afamiliar face walked through, It was Vinnie............but how the helldid he know I was here."Hey there Keith or should I say Kelli, I've been. With her stilettoes, she was the same height as me.“You look fantastic,” I said, and I meant it, and she knew I meant it. She kissed me on the cheek.We spent a pleasant couple of hours eating and drinking and Delia encouraged me to put my iTunes on shuffle, rather than pandering to her tastes. And so it was that as we sat on the couch and I put my hand on her leg it was to the accompaniment of The Velvelettes’ Needle in a Haystack.By the time it changed to You Know That I’m No Good by Amy. She looked that mass of faces, people she’d gone to school with for four years, teachers she’d respected, boys, girls, men, women, all of them waiting to see what she would do next. She’d committed herself, though, and she couldn’t back out now.“Hey, guys!” She said, the mic she’d put over her ear amplifying her words. “You having a good carnival?”A few cheers.“Come on, guys! Let’s make some noise! I want to auction some things off!”A little more enthusiasm, but not much.“Now some of you might.