At the far end stood a roll-top desk and a pair of antique dining chairs. French doors opened into a backyard, or patio. My senses were so alert I too... in every tiny detail."Margaret - this is the thieving bitch who stole Sarah!" Edie hissed. "Can you believe it? She held me up on the street like a ... like a mugger! And now she's come whining to you!"A rangy female figure unwound itself from the deep leather sofa that filled the front window bay. She wore a beautifully tailored tweed two-piece. Most of the bar area people were gathered for a Friday night meal and used the bar while waiting for a table to open. Most of the patrons were in their forties or older, married, and looked like my parents. But, a few of the women were hot. I made eye contact with one lady, who I thought was super sexy. She was dressed in a short cocktail dress with long, tan, slender legs and heels. At 18, my cock was rock hard at watching her, and her smile only aggravated the situation. She was wearing a. I bent over with my hands on my knees, trying to get more oxygen into mylungs. I wasn't sure that I was going to be able to do this."And you thought you were in good shape, huh?" Kate half-said, half-laughed next to me. It made me laugh too, which didn't help my lack ofoxygen at all. "Don't worry, by the end of next week we'll have youbelting out the lyrics and dancing at the same time. Just you wait."I sighed while standing up straight. I wasn't looking forward tochoreography anymore.---That. It was not very welcome news, to put it mildly, although I'd do the best I could. After one night with Fiona and an unsatisfactory, quick fuck, which for me was just a brief release of tension and for her a quick break from talking about her bright future, I threw some clothes into a rucksack and caught the train West after my car, my very expensive car, whose rash purchase had left me flat broke for the immediate past and future, had refused to start. With my expenses to be paid, in true.