Yes, it tasted like it. Orange juice! Salvation! She gathered the jug up in her arms, clutching a plastic tumbler in one hand, and pushed through the ...oor.Dropping onto the couch in the living room, she poured herself a tumblerful of juice, switched on the TV, and started watching. As she swallowed a big gulp, her eyes widened a bit. She held the tumbler up and examined it more closely, then smacked her lips and filled it up to the brim again.Skippy Handelman knocked on the Keaton's kitchen. (I mean, what kind of best friend wouldn’t?) Secretly acquire a passport? Check. $3000 of hard earned cash at my disposal? Check. Plane ticket for the cheapest flight to London physically possible? Check. Wire the home telephone to automatically transfer to my cell phone? Check. Constantly obsess over the small details such as an adapter for my phone charger? Check. Check. And check. I went through my checklist over and over again making sure I had everything I needed packed in my backpack.. Once inside, it was worse than they thought. The club wasn’t totally in verge to fall on their heads, but it seemed everything there was left to rot and decay. Tables, chairs, counter, everything seemed pretty old and abandoned.“What the fuck is that? It’s totally screwed!”, said an astonished Victor.“I’ve seen better warzones like this”, added Chris.“But at least we know no missile or something will come after us”They decided to look at the other places at the bar, the dancefloor, restrooms,. .."Really, Tasha, I think you're exaggerating," she had said, not knowing what else to say. "I'm sure nice young men don't want to -"There's no such thing as a nice young man!" laughed Natasha. "Not the way you think, anyway. Even the polite ones with good manners want to touch you all over, and have you touch them. And most of all, they want to stick it inside you." I know all about how babies are made," said Lizzie, not wanting to seem completely naive. "My mother told me last year." I bet.