Living at the Four Seasons was getting to him and it seemed the right thing to do. He no longer had to rely on his car. Granted there wasn’t a whole...heck of a lot to do downtown but he did manage to find a gem of seedy bar a few blocks east of his place. He decided that he was going to head there after work.He rounded the corner and saw a sign that said ‘Vuarnet’ and headed towards it. When he entered he was relieved to find the shop considerably cooler than outside. It was still early so the. "I will miss this, though," he said, sliding his hand from her hip to just under her arm. His fingertips eased forward to stroke the side of her breast, under the soft, cotton fabric of her PJ top."Yeah," she said, softly. "Even if they don't send us to Uncle Bob's, they're probably going to separate us and watch us like a hawk." Yeah," he agreed."This is our last night together," she whispered."Yeah," he said again."Then we should make it something to remember."He blinked, and one eyebrow. It was a further fifteen minutes before she appeared, looking quite flushed.To give her chance to regain some composure I asked 'Was that porn?''No. There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'.'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply.Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer.'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?''No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return.'What better definition. Then I pointed to my right. ‘In the bath. Overdose.’ The paramedics rushed to the smaller room and I could hear them pulling out equipment as he cried to them. ‘He’s supposed to be dead! That was my plan! He was supposed to be dead! That’s why I killed her and framed him! He’s supposed to be dead! The bastard stole my girlfriend, my life! And he’s supposed to be dead now, just like her! He’s supposed to be dead and suffering in hell for his sins! He should have been ashamed! He stole her love.