I opened the door and there sitting on my bed, browsing through my magazines was Louise. She was in a long nightdress but sitting with her legs folded...up so I could see all of her bare legs up to her bottom. I stopped in my tracks! My magazine was open at a centrefold picture of a mature brunette woman standing just in high heels and stockings with big breasts and a full bush cunt. Louise flicked through the pages of equally erotic pictures. “Is this how you like seeing girls?” she asked. There. I'd strongly suggest you practice tying nicer ones!Annie! What's got into you tonight? If you're going to wear a pretty apron, why mess up the whole impression with a sloppy job of tying the bow?Andrew, Andi! What's the difference? Well? If I did call you Annie that one time, I'm sorry. What more can I say?Oh. Just remembered. Before you come to bed? That green blouse of mine with the cowl neckline? How's about tightening up the buttons on the right sleeve, huh doll?***Forgot to ask. That. Around me, everything was messed up, plates, glasses, unburnt candles. The stench of cigarettes from the unemptied ashtrays was disgusting.I went to the bathroom, washed my face with cold water and instantly felt better. Then I made a strong, black coffee.I heard him come in. Lieutenant Željko was tumbling, his face frost bitten. I firmly gripped his waist and led him along the staircase to the room on the second floor. The room had already been warmed up for him. The lit lamp radiated soft. Now to any passing observer they were two attractive women heading outfor a night on the town, and indeed one man on his way to the pub lookedthem both up before whistling his appreciation. All of Roberta's nervesdisappeared in that one sound, as she realised that she was anattractive woman. In the back of the taxi they talked, Jessicaexplaining the nature of the club they were going to, Stephanie's.The taxi driver obviously knew the venue and also seemed to knowJessica, although he couldn't.