"God dammit pet."She wiped down the tables, the bar was empty and she had stayed behind to close up to make up for missing shifts. It had been a good ...ight, she had sung well and made plenty in tips. She hummed to herself as she cleaned the tables and didn't notice the door opening."Are we too late to hear you sing beautiful?"She spun round, three men stood just inside the door. The one in the middle stepped forward. "We really like to hear you sing." I'm afraid you're too late gentlemen," she. "OK Harriet it's you and me against Jessica"And their first two against one impromptu wrestling session for some time sufficed to warm them all up and dry them off. Francesca watched all this from the drawing room window in amazement and some slight envy - not she had the slightest intention of joining in!"Any interesting news in the last few weeks?" asked Gwendoline of Francesca as they relaxed in the lounge, sipping mugs of hot chocolate."Not really - something about an attack on a reclusive. Jet black hair with a little silver showing here and there. It was the way he dressed, maybe, that really made her take note of him. Black suit, white shirt and a black tie. As she looked him over her eyes trailed down to his feet. No patent leather businessman-like shoes there, and no soft tan leather loafers like you might expect, either. He was wearing rough looking black boots. At first they seemed to clash somehow with his suit, but after a few more seconds of watching him they seemed to. While it was a great time forhim and his team, everyone else in our little stadium began to acceptdefeat, seeing the lead as something that was insurmountable. I hadto work hard to keep myself from crying, and I could tell the othergirls were starting to feel the same way as our routines became muchmore half-hearted than they were at the start of the game."Violet, I know it?s bad right now, but we need to keep up theenergy."She was a little despondent and gave me a thin smile. "I... I.