Dashing back to the door, I grabbed my shoes and purse and ran for the car. I didn’t even put on my shoes on, just backed out and left to put as muc... distance between me and them as I could. I stopped long enough to fill the tank and call Joe to tell him about his slut wife, I was hoping he’d go kill Rob and I didn’t care. I wanted someone else to share my grief and pain. An hour later, I’m two states away and decide to pull in at a rest stop to try to get my emotions under control. I cry for. ??Angel parties? aren?t really, you know, known for theirdrunken debauchery, are they???Doesn?t make them any less fun,? Becca says with a smile. ?If monogamydoesn?t suit you, you?re obviously not doing it right.?"Or you're not doing it with the right person," Adeola says with a nod."Or you're not doing it at all," I sigh, which earns sympathetic sighsand hugs from all three of my bandmates."Dunno why I'm hugging you, given that you just called dibs on PaulKennedy!" Kayla snorts."Ooh!" Adeola. The two guests were faster than mydrunk self and they pulled her out in a jiffy. Theylaid her down on the floor, piling our clothes underher head as pillow. One of the guests started feelingher pulse and proclaimed, “She is dead.”“What the fuck?” I mumbled, out of breath andoverwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.The other guest pushed the first one aside and felt forher breath under the nose. Without saying a word, hestarted pumping her chest and performing CPR. He. At the moment they’re all in Catterick, so if they do decide to move them, we should have ample warning.”“Good. Thanks George. Anthony?” Coulter looked at Admiral Sir Anthony Watts, ex-chief of the naval staff.“No real change in large materiel, we’ve just been maintaining what ships I’ve kept. Before I go on though, I got a note, yesterday, day before, from the Americans. A note of thanks.”“Oh?” asked Coulter.“Not been made public yet, but one of our type 23’s, HMS Sunderland I think, helped.