" I can come over now," she said."I don't want to..." I need you, Bert. I need good men in my life. Give me an hour. I need to freshen up, to say the ...east." I don't mind if you're..." I always want to look my best for you." You must be tired." Ask Joe. He'll tell you I have more energy than should be legal. We'll make it a night, Bert, if you don't mind. That way we can rest. You'll need it when I'm through with you." I don't mind." Of course you don't darling," she said with her sexy. "The bugger's pissed himself!" The man suddenly proclaimed."No, don't shoot me! I'll tell you anything you want to know. It was a video tape," Garfield hurriedly blurted out through his tears."What of?" I don't know. I never looked at it," Garfield mumbled.To me Garfield looked like he'd suddenly turned into a mental wreck and was completely terrified. Mind you, I can't say that I wasn't near needing a change of underwear."Why did your uncle send it?" I don't know that either. He just asked me. My mother said nothing about it. Marisa would have been vocal about my lack of attention, except that Michael spent more 'working' dinners and weekends at our house. (The divorce got uglier and with Rachel and I fucking up a storm, the mansion was not a good hiding place.) Karen seemed relieved and at times angry at my absence.She was confused about anything and everything to do with me, especially how she felt about me. We moved towards a relationship like the one Iris and I had, without the. ?” had to be “anything I damned well please” and had changed out of her office clothes and opted for a sweater, jeans and ankle boots, thinking that if it was going to be a demanding evening then at least she would be dressed comfortably.June’s Clerkenwell address was in an old house not far from St John’s Square squeezed in on either side by modern offices. Allison buzzed the door intercom and after a short exchange with June the door opened and she found herself in a narrow hallway with a set.