Don’t rush.’ You head out the door to the bathroom leaving it part of the way open. I step into the water and slowly sink down, moaning as the hot...water covers me. I lay my head back and close my eyes just listening to you walk around in the cabin and smelling the wonderful oils you had poured into the water. After a while I heard you come into the bathroom and open my eyes to see you with a glass of wine for me. You hand it to me and I take a sip savoring the flavor. You then kneel down beside. I lookedgaunt, my nose running from all of the cocaine and blowjobs and I hadhand prints everywhere from all of the slaps. I stood there with my legsshaking, gazing at the disgusting image in the mirror, a broken womanstaring back at me. Then I passed out.Evidently I went down in a heap because when I came to I could barelybreathe and Ryan thought I may have had a concussion because I slammedinto the bathroom door when I fell. Ryan was over me when I came to andhelped get my heels off so I. Jules was a good lad. Quiet, hard working, Six feet two, athletic, a year or so older than Abbie, he tried to be close to her but somehow she didn’t want him around. She wanted all the benefits of our life style but ideally without us.They entered into one sided banter when ever they met.“Hi Abbie,” Justin typically greeted her.“Yeah what ever, loser,” she would reply, or wanker or virgin depending how vindictive she felt.Justin appeared to take it in good heart. We had a live in cook /. Then, out of the blue, on a Saturday, he received a call from a man, obviously Delhite, who wanted to see him. Could Dhiren meet him that very night? Why not, thought Dhiren. They arranged to meet outside a pub called ‘Ghungroos’. Dhiren made the ten minute walk and waited nervously, his newspaper tucked under his arm; the old tried and tested method of being identified on blind dates. Dhiren felt a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. He had been in very few pubs full stop, let alone gay.