I was sure that I will not make any move till she really give me signal otherwise if anything went wrong then me and my family reputation will be in s...ake.She opened the door as usually with smiling face. She was wearing nightie. Her daughter was already asleep in the drawing room. We sat down watching TV and talking. I made the first move and asked her to show her palm (I know little bit of palmistry). While holding her hand, I started bullshitting all about her future, fate etc. I can make. . I guess it's not a secret. He started dating Yvonne, and he was adamant about not dating someone in the band. I think he was worried about money, too. He went back to university, finished his degree, and then came back to be, well, everything in the band that isn't playing or singing really. He works arrangements, sound engineering, bookings. He still organises a lot of that. I guess he's our manager now." And after him?" Well, after him we had Ian who stepped in at short notice. His band had. "Says the girl who was sobbin' 'er' heart out to me when you found that tart's pair of knickers in his cab!" said Janet. "You know 'e's seein' to 'is needs when 'e's gorn away. You should be seein' to yours. Besides 'e looks a lot nicer than that twat of a brother of Mark's who keeps sniffin around." But what will the neighbours think?" gasped Lisa."Doubt Jean cares an' as for that Mrs Hepplewhite, so long as I leaves by the back door she'll think I'm still 'ere," said Janet with a giggle.. A few minutes later an old woman sat down next to me as it was about the only seat now available. She introduced herself as Joyce and told me she lived locally and just loved to come in and listen to the music. She was a gray haired slender woman who I later found out was seventy six years young.As the evening progressed it became apparent that Joyce knew a little bit about all of the locals there. She’d tell me something about one of the guitar players or point out a couple that owned a local.