Inevitably, after such a 'high' debut, the following night's performancewas a bit of an anticlimax; it was competent enough but lacked 'sparkle'.Ah we...l, back to the drawing board for more rehearsal and practice!Over the next few weeks Annie and I polished up both our joint act and mysolo spot. Annie was amazingly helpful. She was, by now, a veryexperienced performer and was able to give me invaluable tips about howto ease the audience towards being on my side. I really started to enjoymy. My sister in law ali, we’ll call her, used to have a long lay in when it was her day off she was a real looker like her mum and sister and I’d always fancied giving her a good seeing to. Well one day I called round and as usual she was in bed, I put on the kettle and made a coffee for me and her a tea. I took it up to her bedroom and placed it on her bed side table she always just slept as I wondered in and out of the bedroom, she was a very deep sleeper. I could see that the duvet had come off. I turned over to the next page but try as I might I couldn’t stop myself being distracted by the young girl opposite.I decided that my first estimate of her age had been about right with the slight adjustment from mid to late twenties. She was pretty without being beautiful and her clothes were smart but without the elegance of expense, a cheap but decent business suit in dark blue almost navy and a white blouse. It appeared to be somewhat thrown on as a last minute thought and I was amused. It had a living area and a bedroom with a bathroom extending off. I reached into my bag and pulled out pajamas and got changed. As I was finishing changing my door opened. It just opened. But there was nobody there. I admit, I was a little freaked out. I walked back over to shut and lock the door. But when I turned around, I nearly fainted. He was here. The man from the bar. That same smirk on his face and his hands in his pockets. Well, well. We meet again. I backed against the wall. Wha…?.