God I wish my heart would stop pounding.I gulped down the rest of my coffee and quickly gathered my stuff. I really had to get out of there before I m...de a fool of myself. As I made my way to the exit I could see her sitting with some friends at a table near the door.I tried hard to keep my eyes down on the floor as I made my way to the front of the shop. I couldn’t cope with looking into those eyes even from a distance. I was trying so hard not to look at her I bumped into a guy walking into. Anyway must get on she said. see yourselves out and went into the workshop to get some seeds for the garden.Then she heard a noise behind her and the two guys had followed her in. Another cold drink she asked them. That is not what we had in mind they said. And whats that she said what do you want.They shut the door and moved towards her. She could feel the excitement building up as they stood each side of her and started to undo the buttons on her blouse, one by one they were being undone by. “Oh don’t smudge your bikini,” warned Lizzie. “Somebody hold the paper and I’ll trace.”“I’ll hold,” offered Leah.“I don’t think brown works on me,” Saffie was holding the fabric up against her golden skin. “Can’t I have something brighter, and with more colours?”“They only had plain,” I said, “this and the red and green.”“Mmmm,” Zanzie agreed with Saffie. “You could do with something more extrovert anyway couldn’t you. In fact ... I’ll call Fenella, they can come over and help, her and Jamila,. They all knew that my skills and talents, along with the Walther PPK I carried in my pocket, were just as dangerous as any book of incantations. I walked up to the bar."What can I get you?" asked the barman."For starters, I'll have a Vodka Martini, molested; not stirred." What?" asked the man."Do I have to explain your business to you, you bleeedin' Yank?! Take the shaker, fill it with vodka, add a splash of dry vermouth, give the shaker to those two bimbos with the ridiculously large breasts,.