As the laughter of all four of us gradually died down, Luther continued. “Jill, I was making a serious point. Look at all the great writers and arti...ts. The Hemingways, the Twains, the Van Gogh’s of this world. They’ve all taken themselves into the seamier and most raw parts of the world, and what they’ve seen there inspired and informed the great art they produced. Don’t you agree?”He made a serious point, and he was cunning and clever in how he phrased his question. Jill could hardly disagree. He knew he’d just given the punk off a week and he needed someone to tend the bar tonight. Saturday was their busiest day of the week. Jake knew this. He was the damn best bartender on staff he had. He was a regular Tom Cruise in Cocktail. Rarely, there was a pair of dry panties by the bar, whenever he was working his magic. A smirk kicked up the curb of his lips. Mojo – as Jake often referred to it as. Like that super geeky spy Austin Powers. Although Jake didn’t look much geeky to Adam, so he. A woman in an apron appeared at the back door shaking a cigarette out of a pack as she opened the door with her shoulder. She had spiky hair and tattoos that ran up her left arm. The inside of each wrist was tattooed with a Chinese character. Half a dozen earrings hung from each ear and there was a hoop stuck through her eyebrow and another through her nose. She looked tough, but Gerald thought she was strangely pretty. She looked up at him as she emerged from the kitchen. “Hey, you!” The voice. The following is the first letter addressed to her friend: MRS. BENSON TO THE HON. MRS. EGERTON.Dear Carry, I am about to keep my promise, and give you an account of our honeymoon. You, my dear, must be equally faithful, and reply as frankly as I am now about to write to you.Two giddier girls than you and I never entered the bonds of matrimony, or more earnestly longed for the sights connected with it.Well, after the usual breakfast, we left by rail for Leamington, where we were to pass our.