I'm only doing this because I don't want you tofail when it's my name going down with you."My smile started to break through all the same."And if you ...ant to be a part of a girl's life," she added sternly, "Isuggest next time you offer to buy her a coffee first."6 - Apartment.The sun was nearly setting behind the plain, whitewashed building whereVictoria de Vere lived. In the evening air I could smell lavender. Itmust have been growing close by.I had wanted to bring her flowers, a continued. "Would you believe I'm his girlfriend?" He looked at me and squirmed a little. " . . . Or his sister?" He looked at me more closely. "Did you meet Roger on Channel 33?" I asked quickly. "Yes," he responded. It was obvious he was still more confused but thought that I had little idea of what the channel was. "And what did you do there?" "Do? Well . . . we talked." "Just talked? You didn't . . . " I paused for emphasis, " . . . mess around a little? Make love maybe?" He. Bye for now.’ Harry put all the shopping down on the kitchen table, ‘Perhaps,’ his aunt suggested with silky sweetness, ‘You ought to ask Mrs Mason if there are any other little tasks she has for you.’ ‘Well I could,’ acknowledged Harry amiably, ‘But I’m not going to tell you one way or the other, because you’ll tease whatever I do.’ His aunt nodded in agreement, ‘I most certainly would,’ she smiled. Harry had organised a free day for himself so that he could catch up with a few things, he had. I looked up expectantly to see if he was ready to talk yet.“Ex-military?” I asked.“Fuck you,” he spat. His left foot was quickly secured in a similar fashion and he passed out halfway through his scream.“You ex-military, too?” I asked his buddy. He shook his head emphatically. His eyes were the size of saucers. “Ever hear of water-boarding?” I asked nonchalantly. His eyes bugged out.“Is ... is he dead?” he asked of his unconscious friend.“Nah, just passed out like the pussy he is. He thinks.