That calls for a celebration, don’t you think?’ And before I could utter another word, he gave me my coat and strode purposely towards the bar. �...Have you got an ice bucket?’ I heard him ask the barman. ‘We’re going to need champagne.’ The barman—naturally, the same barman who’d witnessed my amazing Trevi fountain alla Coca Cola display earlier—did an almost imperceptible double take as he took in Marco’s just-been-stabbed-with-a-kitchen-knife appearance, glancing at me with amusement before. She spun away from his hand, glaring at him. Duncan silently shrugged off his coat, draping it over the arm of a chair by the door. Helen seemed to gather her strength as she watched him. Taking a deep breath she started. ‘Keep away from me, and keep your hands OFF me, you big APE!’ she screamed. ‘I don’t need some guy I just met moving in on me. I’m waiting for my husband! Leave me ALONE!’ Duncan stepped away, shoving his hands in his pockets. ‘Why- are- you- DOING THIS? I thought we were. I slid on a pink silkblouse, just transparent enough to see the lace of my bra, then steppedinto a beautifully cut floral cotton skirt, light, tight at the waist,gently flared and finishing a couple of inches above the knee. My makeupis light for daytime, yet with dark red lips to match my nails, and darkeyeliner and mascara. Slipping on my 4 inch nude heels I am ready.I had enjoyed the walk through the colleges and attracting the glancesof academics and students alike. I had long since got. ‘Let’s go’ They went out, trotting down the hall, towards the large double doors with the Fire Exit sign over them. He cracked the door and peeked out before opening it enough for them to leave. The street was a mess, it looked like a warzone, which she figured it was. He led her down the street, moving from car to car, from doorway to alleyway, keeping them in shadows and cover as best he could. She did not know where he was leading her, but she didn’t really care. He was armed, had already.