‘I’m hitting up the dance floor, you coming?’ Jordan asked us. Hannah nodded, but I insisted I needed another drink before I braved being watche... by greasy, sleazy men. I worked my way over to bar, and self consciousness settled in as I felt eyes darting to my cleavage with every other person I passed. When I made it to the bar, I immediately attempted to adjust the cowl to be less revealing. Someone bumped elbows with me, and I moved over a bit. It happened again and, annoyed, I looked up into. With a huff, I stalked over to the bar and ordered a straight shot of vodka. Throwing it back, it helped to push thought away as I noticed a very tall man over in the corner. For a quick-make bar, the stools were quite tall compared to the counter. Maybe that is how he caught my eye; it isn’t often you see someone tall enough to tower over the counter of a bar. Fuck the alcohol for screwing my senses up. Well I had to blame something for everything that was happening, and I didn’t want it to be. 00,” the voice said at the other end of the line. Samantha thanks him and hung up. While she waited for her pizza order to arrive, she got the amount out of her purse to get it ready when the order came. Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang; Samantha rose to answer the doorbell. “Mrs. Silverton?” the delivery boy asked making sure that he was at the right address. Samantha acknowledges that she was and that he was at the right address. She invited him in. “Thank you,” he said. “My name is. Sian let me in, kissed me, and said "Julie was really chuffed with your note. You'd better knock on her door on your way up. Vee will be ready in a few minutes."Julie was actually waiting for me on her landing. She leant over the banisters, and gave me a great big kiss that nearly sent me back down the stairs."Thank you, Jon, that was a lovely letter. I didn't find it until my last lecture, and I didn't take very much notice of the lecturer after that!" Make sure you mark it, and underline the.