And Cien Fraser didn’t cry. He threw his arrogance around himself like a cloak, wrapping himself tightly in it. ‘You’ll ne’re get her back li...e that, my young Laird,’ Henry said from the foot of the table. Cien spun around and glared at the old man. He was greeted with a newspaper that covered Henry’s face completely. ‘What nonsense is this that you speak old man?’ Cien demanded. Henry sighed, and folded the newspaper before setting it down in front of him. ‘The Lady Regan, my laird. She. ”“Did you just make that up … about the cheap music?”“No … I wish. That is a quotation from the famous playwright, Noel Coward.”“Cute. Well hopefully we can stop him before he goes deaf.”Although they both felt it was no laughing matter, they both broke into laughter. When they finished eating Tony said,“Now what are you going to do with the dirty dishes; throw them out?”“No … I thought I would wash them. You really ought to rub up against the world honey. Living up here on the fortieth floor. Sensing no resistance from her or myself, he kept his hand there. He thenturned to catch my eye to confirm that I was okay with his attentions onSarah and was met by me smiling and noticeably getting turned on.Now with a sense of permission, he repositioned himself in front of Sarahpushing her skirt up allowing her legs to wrap around his torso. He thengrabbed both sides of her face and pulled it towards his until their lipsmet. Instinctively I could see Sarah's legs squeeze and pull him. She realised soon that she needed the toilet pretty badly and thought that the shadows under the arches of the road would hide her nicely though there was nobody to see. She moved into the shade of one of the tall concrete pillars and was aware of all the rubbish around her. It was a bit whiffy to be honest and she had no desire to linger so she squatted and held her knickers to one side to let a stream of piss jet out of her.“WADDYAFUCKINDOIN YA BAS?”.....A voice exploded from the cardboard.