But they knew that if they could get me drunk that my usually keen senses would be off.So anyway some Enigma was pounding on the stereo and I couldn't...make anything out from the apparent crowd except a slight hum, which meant that there was at least thirty people there to see me fuck this chick. Apparently she was already in bed nude as the day she was born (Yes smart asses I remember that day). Well I get to the bed and they pushed me into her. The girl on the bed took hold of me and started. You share a small office space (with your own office) with three women: the arts/events editor, Beth Tiffin; the food writer, Emily Lewis, and the music writer, Sarah Bevins. For the most part, there are good times and bad times, like any job, and it's not unheard of to share a drink with one or more of the women in the office if the day goes really well or really poorly. Your own office is a small, eight by eight foot room with a desk, a filing cabinet, a computer that might have seen the end. "OK, ladies," I said, "Time to change clothes."At first they protested, but when I reminded them that I had already seen all they had to show, they got on with it. They stripped to bras and panties and started to put on the nice shorts and shirts they had brought. I stopped them and said, "You don't really need the bras so go ahead and take them off before you put on your tops." They both blushed and Julie said, "We can't go to the mall like that. Our nipples will show." Too bad," I replied. "I. "Not how I do it. You run the bar through one full tourist season and we will talk about you buying it. The price is prorated purchase price and renovation cost plus ten percent. You are lucky I don't take 30% of you profits. It's what I usually do. I will have the trust come up with a reasonable rental fee till the first year is up. You might be glad you didn't buy when you see the bottom line."Okay but I hate to sell off my pub, if this one isn't a definite thing," he said."Sure thing," I.