He'd left me a note saying he had gone for a game of tennis. He was starting to play more regularly with a lady called Yasemin. She was the coach at o...r local sports centre. I'd never spoken to her, but I had seen her fleetingly when we went to play badminton at the Sports Hall.I wasn't worried. She was far too young for Gary, and I know he loved his tennis. He told me she had a hell of a temper, and that he was learning more and more Turkish swearwords! Apparently, she didn't like losing to a. I decided I needed some fresh air so I graciously refused all the generous offers from my friends to give me a lift home and began to walk..."Vikki walked into her house late on Friday night crying. She was alone and had been for the past three hours having spent most of that time in the coffee bar in First Avenue. It had taken three cups of coffee and a lot of coaxing from its proprietor George Papandraeous, a plump Greek with a balding head, a black moustache and a gentle nature, but he'd. She dropped the bag at the foot of the bed and opened the side taking out a small black leather notebook like you see at a restaurant. Cinnamon asked for ID and the credit card and also to call her boss to let them know she was here. She verified the card number to her boss and wrote out the slip for $1200.00 leaving the tip and total blank for me to fill in. I asked her what her tip usually was, and she told me that a tip was not required.However, she usually got $50 per pop, $100 per whipping. ‘Yeah, right,’ Bud said. He rolled on his belly and snapped off a few one-handed and two-handed pushups. ‘I haven’t gone out much since my wife left me,’ he said as he did. ‘Christ, with what I gotta pay her in alimony, I got hardly enough money to make the rent, you know, never mind taking out women.’ An idea was forming in Tommy’s mind. ‘You know,’ he said, ‘I won’t be able to handle all the students Master Kwan had. Especially when school starts. You want to work here at the dojo?’ Bud.