And so, it came about that on Saturday at seven, we all showed up at Cindy’s house, dressed in solid black, to pick up our date. Black was something...Cindy had plenty of since she often wore a black dress to play in the community orchestra. Betty and Mark were both puzzled that we were all in black and then saw Keith head out to pick up his date, also dressed completely in black.Not everyone at the dance was dressed in black but it was a solid majority. The decorating committee had even changed. " It was one thirty a.m. my sister, my brother and their families had left before midnight as they had small k**s to consider, and the last of the guests for my father's forty sixth birthday celebrations had left a half an hour ago, leaving the back garden looking like a bomb had hit it. I'd spent the past fifteen minutes picking up the rubbish, and was now almost finished.I picked up the last half eaten plate of food, threw the scraps on the lawn saying, "that's for you Bozo, and it's all. I take my shirt off as soon as I get to my room and chuck it behind my door. Just as I go to take off my belt, I catch a glimpse of the only thing that could save my day, life, soul... Holy shit. YES. Alright, never mind. Today rocks. Mrs. Abbott is showering, fifty feet from my bedroom window and she forgot to shut her flowey, white drapes. She also forgot to close her bathroom door, which incidentally has a mirror on the back of it. Thank you, God. I lock my door and turn on my TV, for. ”“I’m glad you did.”“Yeah. Can we make a vid though,” Ramsey asked.“Of course! If you want,” smiled Minx.“Good! I been thinkin’ for a minute about the first one.”“Is that so?”“Yeah,” started Ramsey. “It should be like a full experience flick. You start filming me when you open the door. Get me carryin’ my duffel bag. Record me takin’ off my clothes till I’m in my socks and boxer-briefs. I film you fixing me us drinks. Us smokin’. Me following you up them stairs. Then the sex and shit. I want.