“We’d still be in bed if the realtor hadn’t called to show the condo. She brought over some guy who took one look out the window, and offered to...buy it on the spot,” Betsy said.“So you’re actually going to sell it,” Sally said.Betsy said, “We’re signing the papers tomorrow. I guess I should start moving the rest of my stuff over to your old place.”For all intents and purposes, Betsy had moved into Sally’s apartment. All that remained in her condo was the bed, a dining room table, and a sofa.. There were just a couple of lights on in the houseboat and they went out within five minutes. My eyes were now accustomed to the dark and I saw only one man, who was probably a night guard, on the motor yacht. He wasn't very alert as he mostly just sat with his feet up on the rail of the boat.I needed to get at him, and then figure out a way to get rid of the other men on the houseboat.After watching the man nod off a couple of times, I looked around for something to attract him. There was a. ‘Very good thanks, but please, call me Jasmine. Now Maddi is in her room so you can just go up. Want me to bring you guys something?’ she offered. ‘Oh I don’t mind, I’m easy’ I replied again then made my way inside and upstairs. ‘I’ve noticed.’ Jasmine replied quietly, barely audible, as she shut the door behind me. I thought nothing of the comment and went up to greet Madeline. She had her books open on her desk but was lying face down on her bed, smooth bare legs up in the air, while she. That as you may well have guessed earned me a hard dig on the ribsMum and Phil left on the Friday afternoon for their week away and Rebecca and I took over the running of my home. When we finished work and met back at the house we had both had a particularly hard day and did not feel like cooking."You know, Rory, Friday night is the start of the weekend," Rebecca said to me. "I think that as a hard working couple we deserve a night out. What is more, I feel like getting dressed up. I think we.