I can feel the electrons in my brain quivering to a halt, can appreciate the slow intake and expulsion of air within my lungs and feel it trickling fr...m my nostrils to caress my chest. I raise the glass, rotate the stem between my fingers, place the rim to my lips and allow the somewhat acidic and flowery liquid to roll across my palate. Calm. Peace. Rest. Silence. “Do you mind if I join you?” “Yes.” My answer is instant, no need for consideration, no need to flick my eyes away from the. When she’d first asked for the party I was a little dubious, heck the last thing I needed was a tribe of screaming kids around, but I couldn’t really refuse Natasha, she’d taken it very badly when her mother left three years ago, and was only now starting to come out of it and start smiling again. So I’d agreed and had even done much of the catering myself, to the surprise and delight of Natasha’s friends, who thoroughly enjoyed the meal.But as for a tribe of screaming kids, well they were a. It would depend on how her finances were and what condition she found herself in whether she carried on with the globe trotting, or returned to England and the hum-drum of being PA to the wanker who tried to convince her not to go on the trip.France had been okay as had Spain. She had had a run in with some Italian yobs that thought an English girl on her own was fair game. They found out, to their cost and bruised bollocks that she was quite able to look after herself. The self-defence classes. I held out my hand, but didn't move. "Bring me your CAP card." She raised her eyebrows, then looked around like she wasn't sure I was talkin' to her. "Yeah, you, with the biker bitch tattoos. Get over here, now!" She grabbed somethin' off the floor, then carried it over to me.I used that reader contraption to look at her card. Then I kinda laughed to myself and looked over at Little Bit and Watermelon Tits. This bitch liked girls and boys ... and she was aggressive. She'd end up bein' top bitch.