She was frustrated. Foxy Fitzgerald had defied her every expectation. He had played the case straight up. He matched each of her experts with two of h...s. He had used his five weeks wisely and made ample use of his client’s substantial wealth to buy only the best and most impressive witnesses.The jurors, by now, could have passed a senior forensic examination but were surely as confused as she was. The argument was murder or suicide. The defendant had discovered the body in the family stable.. In a languorous voice, she was singing German, French and English love songs while the crowd was revelling. She, was a mulatta, with black hair, a light brown skin, the stature of a Greek goddess. She was dressed in a white ankle-long dress, closed high around her neck, embracing her sensuous forms while at the same time creating a boundary not to be crossed. She was off-limits to the patrons of the cabaret who could only fantasise about her without ever being able to get close to her. When. Half way down the hall she stopped me and said “hang on we need to think about this” – my heart sunk, I couldnt believe we had gotted this far and now she wanted to stop. I mumbled “yes sure, I am sorry” but she responded with “no silly dont be sorry but can you go check Russ is asleep as I dont want him walking in on us” – RELIEF!I shot upstairs and Russ was out for the count, in a nice drunken deep stupor. I come back to the kitchen but Barb wasnt there so I went to the spare room and there. That lasted for over twenty minutes, but then I suddenly heard the door open, and I instantly glanced at the door. "Son of a bitch, they are both coming out at the same time?"They made some small talk as they both walked towards the tub and slowly got in with me."Hey, Sabrina," he greeted me, sitting on the other side with her.'You are staying close to her, what the hell, dude?'"Hello, Gabe, greetings, Gillian," I groaned, failing to make eye contact with them."What's wrong, Sabrina?" he.