Shit, Shit, Shit! I do like him, but not like this. My liquored up brain really got me this time.I slipped out of bed found most of my clothes, except...for my shoes. Was I really walking around Washington DC streets without my freaking shoes? Shit! I must have been really drunk. No one should brave those streets barefoot.I got dressed quietly and when I opened the door to the room I found my shoes in the hallway. A lady was getting off the elevator and smiled at me, "Some party?" You have no. Once it so happened in the evening when me & my wife were in our house,she got a call from him & I was resting on her lap & I was exited & asked her to on the speaker of her mobile & she did & my wife called him sweet hart & I could hear him speak & he also calls her in the same way & she was asking that did he have his dinner & things like that & while ending their conversation my wife told him love you Varun.So by this conversation I seem to understand that my wife really cares for him. Our. Usually when it was just the two of them.Eddie continued on a roll. The song was really good. When Eddie grabbed his notebook, he turned on the deck that would record things ambiently. Working through the board would come later, for actual recording.Jane was definitely affected by Eddie.“Want to go upstairs?” Eddie grinned at Joe.“Sure,” Joe grinned back.An elevator took them up to the top floor. A huge master bedroom, a large bathroom, an office. Eddie’s and Rachel’s space.Once in the bedroom,. .she is going to have a fun night tonight...” All of them laugh, as they move to me my husband on the floor shouting and swearing at them.My husband was soon quietened, as one of the men pushed a ball-gag in his mouth and secured it tightly, “You should stop shouting dickhead....you might wake your k**s...you wouldn’t want that would you?” again all the masked intruders laugh. Then the three men turn their attention to me, I haven’t moved. I’m pulled from the sofa my dressing gown pulled open.