‘Darn shame to think that if it was not for us readers you would not be writing on here! If I could write I would at least say:’Thanks’ to those...who left a comment, but I am not and you all are! Too bad.’ Tom finished reading the email and sat back in his chair. He found this commentary to be very thought provoking and even mildly inspiring. It was interesting that although this guy found the main character to have ‘ugly tits’, he still enjoyed the story enough to give it a 5. After a few. They wore short, colored cocktail dresses, except for Miss A, who stuck to her favorite black.Earlier that evening they might have looked impeccable, but by now their hair was mussed, their mascara smudged and their lipstick smeared. They giggled, tottering on high heels and bumping into each other. One of the women held an open bottle of champagne.Miss A reached the gate first. She looked drunk, but her voice had no slur and her eyes were as intense as ever."André," she said. "My darling. The trussed man goes rigid, although in the darkness, neither Mack, nor Collette can see his features clearly, they both know he is terrified. He mumbles, “Five, six blokes, five women.”“Where are they?”“First floor, one woman alone on the second, her ladyship is on the top floor, and one bloke locked in the cellars.”Women’s screams come from above and stop almost immediately.“Ta,” Collette says and smacks him in the stomach with the end of her nightstick.Collette and Mack, check the doorways. "I'm sorry, I should've asked..." Asked?" If it's alright for me to take off my uniform in your room..."Ríona gave a small laugh, "Dáirine, Love, as far as I'm concerned, you can take your clothes off whenever and wherever you wish. And you certainly don't need my permission to get out of your uniform. I mean, you are off the clock now, right?" Ríona briefly wondered if she'd gone too far and should've put on her robe to answer the door. She shook her head to clear the thought and smiled again.