“Oh my, I’m so sorry about that! Are you okay?” Max asked in a caring tone.“Yeah don’t worry, I’m fine!” She replied, a smile spreading ...cross her face. “I’m Tegan.” She exclaimed, walking over to me.Quickly I composed myself and smiled, reciprocating her hand shake. “Hi, I’m Libby.”“I’ll catch you later?” Tegan questioned, like we knew each other.“Yeah, sure.” I replied, smiling. She walked back to her boyfriend who was smiling at me too, and Max pulled me close for a slow dance.“You’re. She was a good friend of John’s mom, and he thought about the time when there had been a party at his house and Julie had gotten so drunk, her husband had to leave her there so she could spend the night, for she was in no fit state to go home. When everyone was asleep, deep into the night, he crept downstairs and into the living room where she was sleeping on the couch. She breathed very heavily, and he knew it would take a lot to rouse her. Her left tit was nearly hanging out of her skin tight. " Oh, but Annie ! You should call an ambulance immediately and have him taken to the emergency ward." That's my problem, Anton. I can't do that. To tell you the truth, he's as drunk as they come, and I can't let them find out, that he is an alcoholic. Would you please go with me and see if there is anything you can do to help him? I trust you, not to tell anybody about his condition." I'll keep my mouth shut. But if it's that bad, we've better get going. Do you have any medical supplies in. I invited Leonard down for a weeklong cruise through the Caribbean. The son-of-a-bitch couldn’t get there fast enough.On a moonlit night we grilled steaks on the grill somewhere near Bermuda. After dinner, we drank coffee and smoked Cuban cigars. We talked about his problems at work. I asked him if he’d like an after-dinner drink. I went below deck to fix it and mixed in a tasteless sedative. He went to bed shortly thereafter stating that he must have jet lag.I finished my cigar and waited..