When she was a kid, there was even a period of time where she walked his dog for him. One of the few jobs she had held down successfully. He was now i... his late fifties with a full greying head of hair. He was a carpenter and all around handyman who had kept himself in decent shape. It was his wife that Melissa couldn’t stand. She was loud, obnoxious, and the neighbourhood gossip. When the rumours of Melissa’s promiscuity began to circulate, she had even had the nerve to corner her and tell her. "We need to expand our repertoire, Dad. See ya, Carrie. You two have fun, too."I heard her say, "Ah, variety" as she walked away — but not fast enough before I swatted her behind for her."Hey," she said after she jumped. "What was that for?" Something I missed in the past that you deserved it for," I said. "There, how's that for variety." I could do with less variety if that is the form it takes," she said as she rubbed her cheek. But she was smiling and laughing as she left."What do you want. George Wingate!"Everyone clapped and whooped as Sara and George walked through the lobby and down to a private elevator that whisked them up two flights to the reception hall.Three hours later the guests had consumed enough alcohol to float George's father's yacht and most were tipsy at best and drunk at worst. Many had slipped out to their rooms to crash for a couple of hours before they start the party anew. Sara had danced with George first, of course, and finished with George's father with. For 45 minutes anyway. There was a knock at the door. Jully got up and padded across the room to answer. I followed and she handed me the large paper bag with the food in it. Before I could protest, Jully paid the delivery man. I sighed slightly and went back to the couch. Removing the food containers, I put them on the table."I would've paid," I said when Jully joined me."Don't worry about it. But if it'll make you feel better you can always cook for me," Jully replied sweetly."I would be glad.