There was Red Dog, her tormentor from her first time at Mayhem. She looked at her watch to mark the time. Two minutes in. Fifty-eight to go. "Hey Echo... where you been?" Echo? Oh yeah. Kelle almost forgot. That was the lame name she used last time. "Hey Red Dog. Where's your gang?" She didn't really want to know but she was stuck for conversation. "Oh two brothers have moved on, a couple of brothers are in jail and one is in the hospital. So you have me all to your own." "Great?" "Want to play. ’ ‘I feel privileged then.’ ‘Don’t — you still owe me. Cash only please…’ She pasted a stern expression on her face and Rob looked suitably outraged. Moving fast, he grabbed her round the waist and pinned her beneath his body. ‘Will payment in kind do?’ he asked with a lecherous smile. They both began to giggle like silly teenagers as he tickled her mercilessly. ‘Stop it!’ Nicole gasped when her sides began to ache. ‘You’ll wake up my landlady!’ ‘It’s not ME who’s making all the noise!’ He. She'd been suffering all week from the flu and on the night of the party she had gone home about nine o'clock, after making a token appearance for Miranda's sake. She recalled that Sean had gone back to the party on the pretext of talking to Rich about some bike ride they were planning. Clearly riding bikes was not the only exercise he had had in mind."Nothing happened that night," he said hurriedly when he saw her dark expression. "We just talked and that was all. I honestly believed that. At ten, she set down the book and turned on the TV. She watched the re-run of Law and Order, but didn’t really get the plot line. She listened with half an ear and contemplated why Randon was late. She didn’t think he was off with some other girl. And even if he was she didn’t have any say in the matter. The hell she didn’t. Sure they hadn’t talked about fidelity in their relationship, but she didn’t think it was necessary. She was falling in love with him, surely he wouldn’t be with another.