It was always a sad time when the finally had to leave. They had no secrets from each other and it wasn't long before they were discussing Steve's wis... to end it all. Eventually, it was Beverly who tentatively made a suggestion. "If you could have some sort of body transplant, everything would be O.K." "Pure fantasy!" tapped Steve on his keyboard. "Why not? I had a womb and ovary transplant and I get sensation from my bitch nipples so the nerve connections are OK. It's not that. That is when I saw Dirk steering/assisting a very intoxicated wifey into a room off the living room where they were dancing. Curiosity got the best of me and I went in. The room was large with a large sectional in the middle of the room. Stereo was playing moderately loud. She was sitting on the sectional, Dirk next to her, another guy I hadn't seen on opposite side from Dirk. Someone had just passing her a joint and I am sure she hadn't smoked one since high school. As my eyes adjusted to the. ." Mozart said glancing between Eva and Wolfgang, " ... this is a good way to do it!" What is it?" Veronique wondered."Cigars?" Kurt ventured."I have a new box, it seems ... Oh ... Very nice," Mozart said with a nod as he opened the rectangular wooden case. "A Makarov pistol. East German too. I used to carry one just like it."The old man held up the box, showing everyone the black semi-automatic pistol with a long suppressor attached to the barrel. It was nestled snugly in a cut-foam enclosure. That girl from the flat below, turned out to be a fourteen-year-old who could easily be mistaken for a young lady a good few years older. Hey, that's life for the unwary philanderer nowadays.Still, I didn't intend to tell you about all that. I was trying to explain why I hadn't attended any of those parties for some considerable period of time, and how come, I finished up in the predicament I found myself in that night.Most everyone at the party had tried to make me feel at home, even if I.