“I don’t know,” she said, sounding disinterested, “maybe.”“You know, I don’t mean to carp,” Jake started to say, “and I know it’s ...one of my business, but… Why don’t you just give it to Frank?” There. He’d said it.“Give what?” Béla stopped. “Oh, you mean the Club. Yeah. I’ve thought about it. But, I think I might get back into it one of these days. It was fun, you know.” She noisily sucked in another spoonful of corn flakes, vainly hoping Jake would change the subject, but knowing somehow he. There was a day when the husband drove the sleek black car alone, down the motorway. She was left to wander the silent corridors with her dressing gown flowing out behind her, and her arms wrapped tightly around her ribs. This was how Charles saw her as she looked from the window. The day was starting warm, and promised to build up a heat so strong, that the grass would almost shimmer before his eyes. It was just before this heat haze descended, that the woman came out onto the lawn and. Parker had at first suggested both Ray and Debra dress up as cocktail waitresses and serve drinks but gave into it only being Debra after Ray pointed out his cast and crutches.Debra had been against the deal all along. She was afraid from the beginning stripping or worse would be involved in this "entertaining". But her arguments fell on death ears as both men seemed so naïve, insisting nothing more than serving drinks and maybe singing a song would be needed to provide this entertainment.Ray. High-fives!’ I put my hand up, ‘And all of those are uber true!’ He taps my shoulder. ‘Where’s the lunchroom?’ I blush, ‘You, uh, you weren’t listening to that, were you?’ ‘The whole thing.’ He grins. ‘Uh, sorry.’ I look down at my feet. ‘Good-looking huh? That’s how we rate people here?’ He raises an eyebrow. Terri laughs, ‘Nope, just you.’ ‘Well, don’t I feel special.’ He smiles. ‘I’m Terri,’ She extends her hand. ‘Alex,’ He shakes her hand and puts his arm around my shoulder. I blush again,.