The doormen refused to let them in, stating loudly that they were too drunk to enter the club. A bit of a scuffle ensued that involved the stag party ...rying to push their way in and the doormen pushing back.Seeing a chance I slipped around the back of the skirmish and in through the doors.I glanced back to see if I'd been spotted but could see any signs of pursuit, still grinning at how I'd got in I paid the cover charge and entered the main room.It was dark, loud and at first seemed totally. Silver wiped away a tear with a sodden handkerchief as the door suddenly opened. Dr. Menaker, an imposing six foot column, strode into the tiny room, trying to appear calm and collected. He sat down next to Steve Cordin, placing a wizened hand on his shoulder. ‘I’m terribly sorry, but your mother has had a minor stroke. She can talk, but not very well. Her left side is especially weak. Because of her Alzeimer’s, it may take her longer to recover. And there is always a chance she could get more. She sneaked in her arms underneath his arms and held him softly. It all happened so quickly. Her hands wandered around his body, touching his torso, stroking his legs and neck. It filled all his senses with her close presence, blanking out his mind, scrambling his thoughts. As she touched him more violently, he tried to hold on to the remains of the reality by focusing on the two cups of latte the was holding. As she teased him, he kept telling himself that he could not spill the coffee. He. Amy was equally enjoying herself, I could tell by the rapt attention shewas giving Guy, hanging onto every word, every gesture.When we arrived home we went inside, Carl said "well Guy, we had betterbe off to the hotel." I pouted and purred, "Why don't you stay forcoffee? Or something."Carl looked at me and quietly said; "are you certain" I looked into hisbrown eyes and nodded.We went inside and while the guys put some music on Amy and I madecoffee. Amy said as we worked, "Nice one sis, I.