First of all, to get one thing straight, I didn't recognise him. Therewere three or four people there, apart from Shireen and I noticed thatone of th... girls was wearing a shop French maid's uniform. Then I dida double take as they looked me in the eye and smiled at me. It wasthe smile I'd recognise anywhere."Jeremy!" I exclaimed."Je regret Madam, you are mistaken, je m'appelle Juliette, I am your aupair from la belle France," he replied with a French accent and gave mea perfect curtsey!He. "I'll never marry you... you bastard!" Why won't you have children?" He asked."I'm not going to ruin my career letting myself become fat with a child. I have worked too hard to become a successful model to waste it on children." I could make you, you must realize." He smiled at the self centered woman."Go to hell!" she spoke venomously. "Do what ever you want to me, I'll never marry you." I can't let you go. Even unwilling, you will have to stay near me forever." Why are you acting so childish,. All three names! Deep Shit!“Umh ... Angie ... umh ... what are you doing here?” said the designated asshole.“Breaking up with a worthless piece of shit.” Angie shifted targets, “Hello Dot. Got your hooks in ‘im, I see.”Dot was dressed as a New York tenement corner tap ... or beer hall ... waitress. Low cut blouse with a flouncy skirt and button boots. She carried off the low cut extremely well. Plush is the word ... very plush. Bouncy plush.“Hi, Angie ... love your outfit,” said Dot, in an. Make a clean break of it and get back to a normal life. A normal, boring, miserable life suffering the torture of knowing the pleasures that are easily within our reach but unable to take them. God, why did I open this Pandora’s Box in the first place?The maître d’ slipped up to the table, and laid an envelope down. “From the young lady.”My hands were shaking as I opened it. There was a hastily written note inside. “One last time, then I’ll never bother you again.” The envelope held a card key.