He could not believe this luxury; the lounge and bedroom both had views of the ocean. A huge fridge freezer had been stocked with food and beer. A dri...ks bar was also stocked with any alcoholic substance you could dream of. The main bedroom had a huge bed which looked extremely inviting as the jet-lag began to hit home. Dolores and Judy showed him the basics of the air-conditioning etc. and both hastily scribbled out their mobile-'cell phone'-numbers ;'Just call if you want to discuss anything,. Nice one, I knew you’d find some pussy to lick. The trouble was it was her best friend, Jenny, back from Canada.“It’s so good to see you, Jenny. I wanted you as maid of honour, you know that right,” she told her.It was unfortunate that Jenny couldn’t actually make the wedding itself but at least she was here now.Honour? Bloody hell, that’s a new one. Came the voice in her ear.Melissa sighed at the constant earache. She led Jenny to the bar and ordered two double gin and tonics.“Give me a quick. In no time the investment paid for itself, and Ratchet was not only kept fairly busy, but generating a good income. Ratchet’s quarters were located above the workshop. A spacious apartment had been constructed in what was essentially a loft, and accessed by a wooden staircase. It was well furnished, with all the amenities Ratchet could possibly want. As part of his remuneration package was concerned, even Ratchet’s weekly groceries were supplied by Mr Harris. The provisions were always. Actually, it really bothered me. Before I had a chance to get upset, though, Mark interrupted me."Hey, George, did you ever get the schedule from Rob?" Oh, uh, yeah. You're working six to ten tonight, with Barb and Frank." Shit, that's no good. John invited me to a party at his frat tonight, and I really wanted to go." Well, I guess I don't have anything else to do tonight anymore. I'll cover for you." Would you? Thanks a bunch, George. I owe you one." No biggie. You can work my shift tomorrow.