Jalal picked up the playgirl magazine again, thumbed through it and placed it back. “Fucking Vodka always made me very horny”. Jalal announced lou...ly and looked at Ethan as if asking, “What next”?“I have many more magazines, if you were interested”. Ethan said and Jalal hurriedly replied that it was OK with him. He would not mind looking at a few more magazines. Ethan went in and came back with a stash from the bedroom. As he laid them on the end table, Ethan pulled a chair closer to Jalal, so. .." he mumbled, as he collapsed for the final time."YEAH!" whooped Joe as he thrust his fist into the air in victory. "Who'sthe man? Who's the MAN!?" Certainly not you. Or at least, not right now anyway." grinned Silvia asshe sauntered up to Joe, playfully tugging on his ponytail and stickingout her tongue. "Should I start calling you 'Josephine' from now on?" Hey, this is all YOUR fault to begin with, you know!" her cross-dressedboyfriend whined, as he turned to face her."MY fault? If you. ” She looked better now, it’s amazing what a few encouraging words can accomplish. “Now get, you don’t want to be late.”“Yes, My Lord.”“Don’t forget to kiss me” I said with a grin.She kissed me and left, she was nervous and her brief kiss proved it.I took my small pouch of gems and a few coins and followed her out the door. Off to Miss Theresa’s establishment I went. Her husband, a frail, short gray haired man was watching the front while she, presumably, worked in the back.“How may I help you. She was leaking from three holes as she limped back to her seat . The “Spit Roast” was to become a regular feature at shadow lane and became famous for it.Martin had emptied the till three times that night because it was overflowing with dollars and pounds .Work had already begun on the huge apartment above the restaurant .Martin was decades ahead in idea’s for refurbishment and design and his plans were for a five bed roomed apartment with two bathrooms and an en suite for his own personal.