The clothes were nothing unusual: a cotton skirt, t-shirt, panties, and bra; all fairly plain, all my size. The address wasn't familiar but it was clo...e to a subway stop. The date was a couple days out on a night I didn't have anything planned. Whoever put this together knew me well. A friend? Someone who knew Nobilis too.What is this? Some kind of invitation?That's what it looks like to me. Are you going?I don't know. Was it Oberon?Can't tell.You're mean.Rotten to the core. You know I'd never. On the large TV there was porn playing. “Is that you,” Joss asked.“Yeah! I was fucking this li’l tranny.”“Cool. You’re not recording me, are you?”“Nah, but I can.”“I don’t mind. Might be hot to have some footage.”“Let me set this shit up then.”Shavar readied the equipment and turned up the lights. He hit record and instructed Joss where to start.Joss crawled towards the towering Black man with nothing on except his bright yellow jockstrap and shitload of glossy stay-wrt lip gloss all over his. Wendy laid her head on his shoulder and sighed."What's wrong?" Tim asked softly."Nothing. Everything's very all right. That was a sigh of bliss." Ah, a happy suitoress." Very." There was a long pause. "Um, Tim ... she'd, um, be even, er, happier if you gave her um, a kiss."Very gently Tim kissed her forehead. "That's all I can reach."Wendy wriggled round and straddled his right thigh. She kissed him equally gently on the lips."Better?" she whispered."Much."His right arm went round her shoulder. Of all the people he has had to deal with, Joe now prefers to speak with Inspector Ackroyd. His flat, slow black-country voice is a very effective antidote to the dismay and fear which stalks Joe almost every day. Reluctantly, he tries to engage with whatever it is the woman actually wants.?Have you a minute? I thought if I called about now I would catch you at the end of the morning but before you went for lunch. Is this an OK time??Joe smiles at the studied casualness of Dr Elba’s patter. He.