"Hi honey, it's me," the voice of Juliet Stuart came over the line."Oh hi," Graham replied distractedly trying to look round the corner tosee the TV w...ilst still on the phone. "How's it going, babe?" Not bad, but I don't think I'll be finished here till eleven, then it'lltake me half an hour to get home. Can you do me a favour and make sure mypassport is out ready for tomorrow, please hon?" Sure. I thought you'd put it in your overnight bag but I'll check later." You mean after the football has. He showed us a posterhe had produced with a picture of Lesley to the left and the rest of uswith our instruments on the right. Above us were the words: 'Goth RockChick Lesley and her Band Quimble.' The last two words were under therest and there was a blank space for a sticker showing the place anddate of the show. When we complained that we were the original bandmembers and she was an extra person he told us that we had only gotahead because of her in the band and to suck it up. Also, at. We didn't keep a diary, but we met this old black man at least twice a week for the rest of the summer. And did he give us a tongue bath, even on our butt holes. And finally one night, I sucked him. And old, or black, I liked it, and so did he.One evening, he brought his nephew, Lucky. Emma seemed to like him better, but I liked the old uncle, and soon we were all in 69's having dinner. Lucky only came back one more time, and Emma kind of got tired of it, but not me. And what l liked and. .. uh ... well..." Paul, take all the time off you want. You deserve it. All I ask it that we get some sort of replacement for Sylvie before the two of you disappear. God knows I'll never find another Sylvie ... but help me look."Sylvie had just walked into the office and heard the end of Richard's request. "Help you look for what? What's going on here?" Honey, Richard knows all about us. He said that the whole office knew we were meant for each other ... they were just waiting for us to figure.