An exchanged look was all it took for them to agree that this one would be just right. They moved closer a little at a time until they heard what they...had been waiting for."Stay here a minute, Julia. I'll be right back." The young man gave a young lady nearby a peck on the cheek before moving off, nodding to the older couple on his way past.They smiled and moved closer to their choice, the graying woman going so far as to wish the young man a merry Christmas.The dark-haired man reached into his. He is also feeding them, andproviding them with enough alcohol to lower their inhibitions, but notenough regrettably to cause brewers droop. In short, Mr Tradenko isthrowing a little revenge party, and I am the main course.My job is simple. If they want it, I do it. I get filmed doing it. Ihave to look like I like what I am doing, or Tradenko Enterprises goesto plan "B." As far as I am concerned, that would be a bad thing. Plan"B" you see, is me, suddenly vanishing, perhaps while on fire,. “Says to take a shot, ass and the third one says sofa,” Karen read. “Hate to break it to you, but you don’t have a sofa,” Dave chimed in. “Right. The sofa will be the floor here,” Lisa said and received a nod from the rest. “So I don’t get it. You take a shot, but what do you do with ass and sofa?” Jeremy asked. Dave nodded as if he had thought the same question and Karen looked to Lisa, since it was her game. “If any of the dice say ‘take a shot’, then you just take a shot.” Lisa grinned and. “I just wanted sis to not come across on the tri-dee with puffy eyes.”“Tri-dee?” I asked.“Mum,” he grinned.“Sneaky,” I grinned. “OK, bro. You’re forgiven.”Yes, Mum was having the whole party tri-deed and had failed to mention it to anyone ... though I expect Aunt Manny knew, along with her security ... oh, and Uncle Herrick and Aunt Vilgra too ... Come to think of it, probably the only one who didn’t know was me.“So, how was it, Kir?” Plenna asked me with Vicki in tow.“Damned hard. They do.