He tried to ignore the reflection of himself looking down at him,the sight making him feel intensely uncomfortable in part to knowing whyshe'd done it...and in part to just not liking his reflection.But she liked her reflection.She was vain, and loved taking a moment to look at her whereeverpossible, when she had arrived in his appartment that first time she hadspent the better part of an hour rubbing herself while watching througha mirror. And that aspced of herself made itself known as she. What kind of a fucking idiot do you take me for? Now you make sure she's out of my fucking house before I get home tonight." I think you should speak to Florette, Ian." Bollocks," I said and hit the disconnect button.As quickly as I could I went through my phone's address book and placed a second call."Saunders and Fields, good morning," an efficient voice answered."Hi, beautiful, It's Ian Cumberland. Is Derick in yet?" Um, yes, he's just come in. You want to speak to him? You know he hasn't. "You do have a decent suit coat, don't you?"I accepted out of embarrassment at admitting that I didn't."And black shoes, dress shoes, not those..." I laughed. "It's all covered Dad, don't worry. I'll be there, with no shame on your face." I'd worn nothing but black shoes for years. But they were canvas high-tops.I quickly began assembling my mental outfit. I've never been a very formal guy. Never has a black-tie invitation arrived in my mailbox. Every job I've had has been pretty casual. I was. But anyway for this special birthday I'd been dropping not-so-subtle hints for the last few months, so for a change there were a whole lot of people turning up with cards and presents all day.Sadly, none of my school-friends could face another night on the town, and so it was that we were having supper at 6.00pm still discussing what we wanted to do to celebrate my birthday that evening. Even amongst the family there was little enthusiasm for any suggestion for a night out, despite Mum offering.