“How often do you fuck her, Christopher?” the groom said.“Not often enough,” the host chuckled, “but as often as I can.”“How horny are y...u now?” a guest asked her.“Very,” Jen said.“Well, why don’t you deal with your problem and give us a demonstration?” Christopher said. “Sit in that chair and show us how you pleasure yourself.”Jen gulped. She had no idea how this part of the party was to unfold. She didn’t expect this. Her exhibitionist streak was soaring, but she’d barely become accustomed to. Picking up her coke she walked over to the table determined to find out more about this man. Tony looked up from the book he was now reading, when he saw Julie standing at the table and with a nod of his head invited her to sit as he calmly shut the book. "So you're SAS then?" Julie asked and was a little surprised when he laughed. "They are, me I am a just an ordinary guy, my little brother is the hero type not me." he replied. Julie found herself captivated by Tony's easy going and relaxed. “You murdering bastard! First you kill Jarvis, and now Jason. I rejoice that your slut of a wife, Caroline Ashford, died because of me. I wish I had been at Hungerford to see her burn, but at least the plan hatched by me and Helen de Troyes worked to perfection, and the Ashford whore died, along with the rest of your family.”My knife was in my hand as soon as he mentioned Caroline, and it was only Ivan Crossley, grabbing my wrist with surprising strength, which stopped my blade slitting Clark’s. He was partners with the freak girl, and he’d tried that whole suicide thing. Everyone knew he was fucked up. That attracted you, Meredith, not only because you’ve been fucked up too, but because that made him different, it made him stand out, it suggested there was more to him than meets the eye. Let’s face it, on the surface Brandon is white-bread boring. But then we look at what he’s doing, we look past the cover, and, hey–he’s interesting! If Brandon hadn’t gone in The Program, you two.