I didn’t go into too much detail but I did explain to Debbie that before the rugby dinner Maggie and Simon had ended up making out after drinking to... much at the pub.“I remember that night. I knew that there was something going on when Simon needed a partner for his rugby dinner,” said Debbie triumphantly. “You both acted strangely.”I told Debbie that things had gone a lot further after the rugby dinner and dance, but that we had managed to cope with that. At the weekend by the coast, Kat and. “Who’s this?” I asked him, reaching down the pat the girl’s firm behind. She flinched but stood her ground.“One of a pair,” he said, “Pretty near fresh off the boat. Bought their paper for a song t’other day; cap’n was in a hurry to weigh.”I asked the girl her name, and she looked at the bar man before she cleared her throat, sniffed and said, “Nancy, sir,” with another quick curtsey.“Don’t drop your knee to me, girl,” I told her. “We don’t do that on this side of the water.”“Sorry, sir,” she. The scent of chamomile and lavender was soothing and the oil made beautiful designs as it swirled on top of the warm water. Mesmerized by the sight and smell she stood there motionless for several minutes going over the events of the evening. Justin's eyes and the firm lines of his body seemed to be the one thing that continued to run through her mind."Caitlin, my night clothes." Devon ordered.His voice startled her from the tranquil moment she was secretly enjoying. She walked back to the. Olga was bouncing in her seat like some frenzied schoolgirl and shot me an angry look when I kicked her ankle under the table to get her to settle down.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two young girls exchanging some notes with each other and at the same time I spotted two goons in a dirty Volvo sitting in the bus stop across the canal. They were trying to look like innocent tourists but the faces were stamped "Former KGB". My instinct was to grab Olga's wrist and drag her out the back way.