"Good...now at the sound of my voice you will open your eyes. You will obey my every command. Three, two... one! " he snapped his fingers. I opened my...eyes and looked at everyone around me. Marisa gave me a slight smile as I pretended not to notice. "Hmm. I have to say the seating position here isn't ideal. The male and female seating is a bit weird. " he said looking at me seated at the end, then Marisa, then Ingrid, Danielle, Tyson and Ramone. "Simple enough! " he said as he got me to change. A stylish, dark green blouse hugs her full-figured body and black trousers flare out over closed-toe flats. I have always believed that how a woman dresses is a great reflection on her personality, so I take care to pay attention to it. This particular lady looks absolutely fantastic in what she is wearing which, in itself, is an oddity in this club. "Sorry, but it's the first thing that's made me smile all evening." Even shouting over the racket, her voice is soft and pleasant. "I hate these. You don't have to be the one snuffed. All my principal specified was that it be a busty redhead." What is this stuff about the Widow Parker and Peter being stuffed in a trash can?" When you had died and we had disposed of your body we couldn't have your husband looking for you, now could we. It was a tidy solution to a vexing problem. Everything is wrapped up nicely. Your husband would be dead, you would have disappeared and the police would start looking for you as the prime suspect. I mean. "Yes," she snapped. "Aren't you going to do something about this lot?" She pointed, and he seemed taken aback for a moment."Sure. Move along please, ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid you're causing an obstruction here," he began, and Hope left him to it, turning to crouch next to Marcus."Honey?" she called quietly, but Shawna had already tried that and he wasn't responding. "Sing to him?" I don't think he's listening," Shawna replied, her eyes fixed on him as she gently slipped a hand behind his.