I was wondering if we could get together..." I began a bit hesitantly."Frank! How are you, boy? Doing all right? A meeting? Well, you would have to co...e out here for a face to face. I broke my damned leg a couple of weeks ago, and I don't get around too well, right now," Matthew Baxter boomed loudly.That was just the way he was. He never spoke, he 'boomed'. He was as much larger in real life, as his characters were in the books he wrote. We talked for a few more minutes. I got his address, and. It's what's said in this kind of situation even if the person concerned is plainly not ok. It's a human thing I guess. And being vaguely human myself I said I was and made up some kind of excuse that I can't even remember now...but I do remember what one of the women said to me. I've never forgotten it. "It's okay love. Some people get taken like that. We've seen it before." I know I should have taken comfort from the fact that I wasn't the first bloke they had seen throw an angry hysterical. .. but it was to us."This time a warm, albeit restrained, kiss was the reply.Christopher replenished their drinks."More Requiem?" Not now. After supper possibly." Good thinking. Tina, when's your next round of exams?" October." Lots of revision?" A certain amount but what I'm doing at work now takes care of a lot of that." OK but if you want to study feel free to spread yourself at the dining table and don't bother to clear it up. I seldom if ever use it." That's sweet of you, Christopher, but. With that, the number of people enjoying some level of pussypleasing equalled the number of voyeurs for the pleasure party. Before the uncomfortable odds settled in for Giselle and Audrey, Claire spoke up again with the trademark vocal quibble that most ecstasy-high individuals wore.“It stopped.. don’t stop..” whined the red-faced redhead. She pouted with the same expression she would give to a lover who was currently making the wrong call in the sack, but there was nobody to give it to..