Some nervous, some bewildered and a fewlooked excited. So one by one we were filtered through a door.Eventually my turn came and I stepped through. I ...ollowed a long darkcorridor to emerge into the blinding lights on a stage. There was aripple of female laughter as I staggered getting my bearings. I noticeda woman holding a microphone so I headed to her."Well what do we have here girls.......such a fine figure of aman....NOT!" She smirked.The whole audience burst into laughter and I realised it. I looked over at Cheli and she was dozing. He laid back down and in no time he was asleep, shoring loudly. I sat there looking at them snuggled up together and thought, "Look at that confident motherfucker, he's so smug and sure of himself and thinks he's god's gift to women. What does he really have to offer them? He's a fucking parking lot attendant! I probably make 5 times more than he does and I provide for my wife very well so why am I sitting here feeling jealous of him and his big black. I'm looking at getting myself some work out tights and joining them.Janet. OMG, shut up, you are not.Jennifer. 6 packJanet. Shut up, they are not and you are not either, really? 6 pack?Janet. Jen you are such a slut, why did you go and tell me that? You knew That I'd have to look. Jason does have a set of 6 pack abs and Your son Brandon isn't far behind either.Jennifer. Now who's the slut here, I wasn't talking about my son. You keep. “I made soup,” said Iwan. “Tomato and basil.”“Sounds perfect.”“Great. Back in a tick.”He rushed to the kitchen and his hands shook so much he nearly spilled the soup. He took a moment to steady himself before returning to Grace with a hot tureen and bread roll on a side plate. “Would you like a drink?” he asked. “A beer, perhaps?”She shook her head. “I don’t drink.”“Oh right. Me neither. Well, not often. Tea, then?” Again, she declined so Iwan sat. He fidgeted, trying not to watch her eat..