I received a phone call from my husbands friend's wife, asking me if I was ready to pick my husband and another friend up from her house, otherwise sh... could call a taxi.'No Need, I can come', I replied and set off on the forty minute drive, to her place.There was a card game being played there, and my husband and his friend were the last two persons to go.When I got there both men and her husband were all sleeping in the front room, drunk, very drunk and out of it.With her help we bundled both. His parents wouldn’t let him out of the house again till he was thirty. They reached the fence, and Pete stood there, watching the roadies set up the equipment, check the tuning on the guitars. For a while he barely remembered Cassie was there with him. For her part, Cassie shook her head as she watched her br0ther ogling the stage. God, what a geek. Well, there were better things than that to do, for her at least. She was checking out the guys. And getting more depressed by the minute. Most of. " "Ah." He liked Connie's mom, Lydia, well enough. She was sweet and had always been nice to him. However, she did have a tendency to push the buttons on both of her daughters. Connie usually just listened, nodded, said okay and let it go. Emily, her older sister, wasn't quite so laid back about it and he knew that Emily and Lydia had had more than a few fights. "So, what did she do this time?" "Well, first she said perhaps I'd misjudged Ron," Connie began. Simon scoffed and she gave him a. . Maybe the Grork was getting hooked on grog? Could we be so lucky? ... He carried a bag from a supermarket in one hand and a pistol in the other. His hand wobbled a little.“Sir, are you one of the kidnapper heavies?” I asked.He thought a bit. I noticed the slight sway. “I am the brains of the outfit.” He said.“Thank you, sir,” I said, “perhaps you can tell us what you are going to do with us?” It was done in a weak tremulous voice.Chuck and Harry were moving slowly around so they could see.