“Asshole is about ready to leave. Let’s play here tonight.”There were several replies, each in the affirmative. I didn’t slam the door when I ...eft, but I closed it firmly enough that she would have heard it. I got on my bike and set out.Alan, from across the way was in his garden as I cycled past. He shouted and waved smiling at me. I pretended not to see him.I cycled all the way to the hospital, then turned location services off on my phone. I doubted that she would, but if Bonnie checked my. Spending my life digging through the garbage of other people lives. Endlessly telling people the bad news that they already knew. Whisky doesn’t buy itself though and without I can’t do this job.Today was different though. It started just after 11 when my secretary brought a Mr Maroney. “What can I do for you Mr Maroney?” I asked. “I need you to find my wife” he replied “She’s been gone for a week, very unusual for her”This is a common story and usually the answer is she’s a woman’s shelter. You do, don't you?"We were back to word-play. "Yeah, but remember that I have exerted the most exemplary self-control and been the most honorable of suitors. So even if I'm just in my birthday-suit I will be respectful your virtue, virtual as it might be, because you certainly weren't a virgin when you met pop. And besides which, the version you told me of making it with your father means that i****t is not unknown in the realm of your boudoir!" We were in the living room, remember. But. Out with it!” “Alright. I’m itchy in my armpits. I think it’s the hair which is growing out. I’m not used to it. I normally shave it. Would you mind…?” “Sure honey, I will manage.” I’m thinking for a moment: “Do you have your shaver here?” “No, it’s back at my college dorm.” “I can use my electric clipper if you don’t mind? It’s water-proof so I can wash it thoroughly for hygienic reasons.” “Sure, that will do.” I’m grabbing the clipper, rinse it and return to Ava. “Alright, beauty treatment.