'She gave another nod to the DJ who commenced the backing for "It's Beena Hard Day's Night".No-one should ever do that to Beatles' music - it's like p...ssing in goodbeer, or slashing a Van Gogh - a complete travesty. I've heard about abanshee wailing, but never experienced it before. She sang (if that isthe right word) it all the way through, except that she got some of thewords wrong, and then got out of step with the backing. At the end, shereceived a totally undeserving round of applause,. It was lucky for Michael that the owner of The Red Dragon was friends with the owner of Ceaser's. Michael wasn't completely blind to the fact that they were breaking the law by letting him in. He was grateful and had thanked both men many times.Ceaser's was a far cry from Ceaser's Palace in Vegas. But it was a bit more up scale than the one he was living in. Michael liked to come here and play low stake poker with his friends. Not that he had many, but it was nice. Low stake poker was nothing. The kitchen door burst open and a still pantsless Yann pulled Sean in."Tell him." Yann demanded.Sean glared at him, then turned to me. "Two days ago, Yanny calls me and tells me 'e doesn't want to see me anymore." I hadn't noticed it before, but Sean had a faintly British accent. "I asked 'im why and 'e just said 'e'd changed 'is mind. I asked if it was someone else and 'e 'ung up on me. Then 'e blocked my mobile number." He whirled back on Yann. "There! Now, who is it?" John." Yann said. You will be severely punished if even a drop escapes!” my alter ego intones.“Out of the shower, whore. Wait your knees in the corner, while I prepare myself for the job at hand.”I slowly wash myself with warm water. When I’m clean, I command her to sit on the toilet and release the water from her ass, completing her impromptu purge. Grabbing her by the nipple, I pull her back into the shower and throw a bar of soap at her. “Finish cleaning yourself!”, says Viktor (I decided to name my alter ego.