" Well, I only mentioned that it was your birthday and he insisted on me taking them, for you, of course, I don't think he wants me to have any of it ...t all!"She smiled and that naughty gleam appeared in her eye again."How about we put the champagne in the fridge, do the veggies, sit down here for a while and then have the first bottle in the bath and the second one in the bath?" Okay," I grinned lecherously, "How's the ring, does it need moving yet?" You pervert" she laughed, "I've just moved. They didn't say anything, they just smiled. I wondered what Helen had told them about our meeting.Helen wheeled out a suitcase. "I brought the clothes you asked for," she said with an air of distaste. "One costume for each of the characters." Thank you," I said, "a wonderful souvenir." A gift for a pervert, if you ask me," she hissed under her breath. I smiled. Still Helen had certainly delivered her side of the bargain. It was just a shame that I wasn't really going to be able to do the same. Old habit."This metal case," she said, holding it up higher for me to see. "It's not Janey's, Nicole's or mine. Simone said you'd know what to do with it. She got kind of a strange look on her face when she saw it, like she knew what it was but didn't want to remember."She was holding a large aluminum briefcase, heavy by the way she was standing. The one Mac had given me at the wedding. Given back, more accurately. It slowly came back to me where I had first seen it. Stinking, dark, clouded. “I want you to come spend time with me in London,” he announced.“What am I gonna do there?”“Whatever you want. I have a 220-square meter flat in the city. I live there alone.”“Aren’t you married?”“My wife lives in the country house,” the footballer offered casually.“So, you want me to be the side chick?”“Don’t be so crude.”“I’ll need an allowance.”“How much?”“Ten grand a month. U-S-D.”Artur considered it for a moment. He did the math quickly. He was slated to earn 60,000 British pound sterling.