Then she brightened. "Say, Jim, how would it be if I asked someone else along? I saw the way you looked when I talked about those bloody East European...girls. I could get one of them to join us. How would that be, hun? A curvy little old black bird and a perfect teenage blonde?"She had found her point d'appui. I wavered. "Er..."At this point Wendy, who had been listening with interest to my end of the conversation, hissed to me, "Go on! Do it!"I put my hand over the receiver. "You don't even. All right, but we’re going to need fuel and to get something to eat also,” Joey told him.“Yeah ... well make sure that all you do is eat. The Boss said to remind you to stay sober and not to be drinking,” Chip said in a sniveling voice.“You’re too late already. Gunther has already polished off a six pack of quarts plus the two extras that we bought,” Joey told him in an exasperated voice.“What, did he drink it all and not let you have any? Aren’t you driving?” Chip demanded.“Yeah, I’m driving,. ”Mark grinned and said, “I will be honored to be one of your groomsmen and escort Becky. I plan to do that a lot. If she will permit it, I will sign up for the entire day and take her to dinner later if she would like that.”Becky was smiling with joy. “Oh, yes!”Sandy said, “While you are here, I want you to look at some material, Becky. Jack, you and Mark can stay down here and talk.” They went upstairs.Mark and I talked. He owned a home in a nice subdivision. I explained that I owned the condo. " He didn't see her smirk as she said it******Oskar, as guest of honour was the last to arrive and he arrived in style for, once again, he had Ingrid, the blonde Swedish 'entertainer' as his companion and chauffeur. The sight of the handsome black man; a long-legged, long blonde-haired beauty with large breasts and a red Ferrari was a sight that was sure to turn heads and turn heads they did as they approached the house. The beautiful coupe scrunched its way onto the park pad and with a final.