Then two ice cold one litre (or maybe bigger) glass jugs would appear on the table, probably at a horrendously inflated price. But anyone who can reme...ber Italian money back then will know that everything was priced in what seemed like hundreds of thousand of Liras. Vince, the bloke I was travelling with, and I were attempting – pretty unsuccessfully, I think – to chat up two Swiss – or maybe they were German – women who were sitting on the next table. Vince, regretfully didn’t have the same. Randy hadn't been around her much since that night in the kitchen. This felt like some sort of impulse on his part to make up for avoiding her."That's a great idea," chimed in Jerry. He made it sound as if Randy had come up with the idea of the decade."I don't know," said Donna, "I don't really care much about golf." Hey George," Jerry called across the shop. When a young man popped out of a storeroom door, Jerry motioned him over.Donna's eyes widened as George neared. She'd never seen this guy. You look like an angel," he said ready to see just how she'd react. Of all the things he expected, it certainly wasn't what she did! Blushing heavily she couldn't deny the joy that answer gave her. This was so very strange, and she just couldn't take it anymore, turning without a word she ran from the spring unknowingly gripping the paper with the number in her hand tightly."Wa-WAIT!" Alex yelled after her startled, "I'm Alex! Ask for me when you call the number!" He watched her go leaving as. "It was then that he recognized Cynthia at the centre of the gathering."You okay, Cynthia? I didn't know where you'd be. After your mother came on to me, I got the hell out of there. I sure as shit hoped you didn't go back with them." Yeah, I'm fine ... I think. I just got lectured by a young punk that's got more brains in her asshole than my fucking parents have between the two of them. Oh, and I set your girlfriend straight too, I think. She thought you and I were fucking. Jeezuz, I wish! But.