The incessant sound of seven AM. 'Shit! Just 5 more minutes,' says a muffled pillow-voice. She rolls out of bed; a daily struggle between her wanting ...o live life to be a success and her wanting to lie-in and fuck it all to hell. Turning on the radio she is surprised that there still isn't one channel she can listen to in the morning: not one. Every channel is desperate to depress and excite people over shit, pure shit that they make up. They are great swindlers, great propagandists,. "Yeah, it looked like it might have gone somewhere, but then nada," I replied."Jerry and I are going out tonight. Do you want to join us?" he asked."Are Trish and Cindy joining you?" I queried."They said they might," he said."Well, where and when?" was my reply."How about the bowling center for some beer and karaoke around nine?" he suggested."I'll see what I can do. Talk to you later," I said.Hmmm... should I spring Tamara on everyone? I decided I'd ask her tonight.I cleaned and straightened. Brad watched in stunned silence as Inspector Trudeau pushedthe clothing aside and picked up the parcel Brad had hidden thereearlier. If he'd had any doubt that the anonymous caller had beenTrudy, that doubt vanished completely with this latest discovery.Firstly, only she had a key to his flat, and secondly she was theonly one who knew the significance of the parcel. The only questionthat remained for Brad was why. "What have we here?" Trudeau asked in mock surprise. Then turningto face Brad he. Her top button popped with the pressure caused from his large hands.“Oops,” he teased.My wife surprised me a little with her retort.“Oh, let me fix that,” she said as she reached up and undid another button. Her crisp bra was now visible through her unbuttoned shirt.Amber had been snuggled up next to me, running her hand up my arm and nibbling at my neck. I reached down and grabbed her feet, pulling her up as she turned her body and plopped firmly on her back onto the couch cushions, staring at.