We sit at the table not far from the fire so that we can actually feel the warmth of fire rays on our skin and clothes making our presence even feelin... warmer and also more cosy. We are having a very nice fruity full bodied red wine, just what can complement an occasion like this. We are looking at each other, deep meaningful exchanges, heart warming, full of passion and togetherness. We are having wine and fantastic conversations while we follow each other’s gazes and body language. I am. So it was both exciting, as well as scary; but that was part of the thrill of any adventure. Either way, neither of us believed in having an abortion, so the baby was going to be born no matter what! Marta and I would love the baby, even if no one else did. We also intended to keep in touch with the baby's father, too! Though Marta and Omar weren't 'husband and wife', in the technical and legal sense, the fact that they had made a baby together was basically the same thing! Omar had two wives. " No I don't," I said hotly, "if anything they chase me about trying to touch me." Well you can't blame them for that," he chuckled, his eyes now rooted to my bust.After a short time his hand came up made a grab at me and gave my bust a squeeze."Get off," I squealed and pushed his hand off me.Trouble was he had grabbed the towel and as I pushed him off the towel came too."No," I screamed and tried to grab the towel but he was much too quick for me.He grabbed both my wrists and pulled them above. Cathy hadn’t got on with her mother for many years and the presence of the boyfriends had aggravated the situation. I was worried, very worried. Where the hell had she gone? Given Pete Storey’s ‘form’ I was getting concerned that Cathy was in trouble. I contacted Chas and Smudge and we put the word around to all our contacts to keep an eye out for Cathy. I went out every evening to all our haunts to see if I could find Cathy, I even started walking the streets looking – but no sign of her..