Dollars & Diamonds

By Paris Jean

Author Paris Jean dares anyone to read Dollars & Diamonds, a beautiful and engaging book packed with a perfect fusion of hilarious, serious, sensual, happy, sad, and shocking events introduced by three of its terrific characters—Jean, Tammy, and Bobette.

These characters will take readers on a journey into their hilarious world To follow their interesting life's, learn about their relationships, experience their exciting affairs, and feel the excitement and different feelings of their great adventures. Throughout this book, readers will explore more into their world where diverse occurrences happen as these characters live each day of their lives.

Filled with terrific characters and an absorbing storyline, Dollars & Diamonds is one memorable read everyone will enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Apr 30, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462880744

Paris Jean

Jean Hornby has a passion for writing and creativity. She shares her home with an array of pampered cats and shares her outdoor life with her horse. But once upon a time Jean lived in Brighton. It was then that The Trios, Jeana, Tammy and Bobette were brought to life. In the first book Dollars & Diamonds you met the trios and Peeked into their lives as you were walked through many highs and lows of a life filled with nothing but Dollars & Diamonds. And now waiting for you to turn its pages is The Sequel, Liquid Diamonds. Here It is just Jeana and Bobette. So enjoy a glass of liquid with them as you once again, loose yourself in the carefree lives of these two diamonds and sit back as they now take you with them to escape into yet another world. One full of many laughs and one even more shocking than Dollars & Diamonds. Enjoy the journey.

Book preview

DOLLARS &

DIAMONDS

FROM A HANDFULL OF DOLLARS

YOU CAN PRODUCE A SPARKLING

DIAMOND SO NEVER STOP DREAMING

AND NEVER GIVE UP ON A DIAMOND

WISH BECAUSE DREAMS ARE MEANT

TO COME TRUE AND BY OPENING

THIS BOOK YOURS ARE ABOUT TO

Paris Jean

Copyright © 2012 by Paris Jean.

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A SPECIAL THANK YOU

To Paul Howell… . My true dear friend for always being there and

believing in me, I treasure all your support and constant pushing, as well

as during the creation of my book never a phone call or a visit went by

without you always asking me to read parts of D & D to you.

To Ken Searle… . For being so supportive during

my journey to create D & D

To Cynthia Thompson and Jean Thompson… . For believing in me and

always telling me follow your dreams.

To Sue Jenkins… . For saying OMG its good

To Jimi Ray Coppack… . For feeling and wanting to know the

characters and always laughing during a read of D & D

To Bob Gilson for his welcomed wisdomed guidence and for saying that

Dollars & Diamonds will go far

To Billy Marshall Stoneking… A much talented writer and friend, some

where in Australia . thanking you Billy for your ongoing

interest in my writing.

To my treasured friend Terry Koch for always believing and never

doubting.

And I would like to say a BIG THANK YOU to everyone that reads this

book and I hope that you, its Audience will enjoy Dollars & Diamonds as

much as I did writing it.

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Paris x

As well as wrapping a Diamond kiss around many A Dollar, we also send you all many Air kisses and are so glad that you are about to open the page to meet us, so here is A MILLION DOLLAR KISS and A BIG DIAMOND Thank you.

From us, Jean, Tammy and Bobette.                        Chow x

Contents

The Beginning

Dinner Date

Dance Floor Date

Bobette Meets China

Neighbours and Von Trapps

A Growing Bond

Manuel

A Gold Star Meal

Me Time

Don’t Go There Oprah

Lunch with Brad

Don’t Make Me Watch Jerry

Chocolate Heaven

Haunted Weekend

Leroy Looses the Plot

A Night at Tam’s

Midnight

Farewell Tammy

The Oddball Couple

Dale Conner

The Samaritans Do Talk

Prada Shoes and Handbags

Space Freaks, Vampires, and Bees

Fit for Royalty

China’s Christening

A Material World

A Make-or-Break Holiday

Naughty Doctor

China’s Christmas Present

Sweet Dreams, Bobette

Holidays Don’t Last

Deaf, Blind, and in Love

Beach Boyfriend

Passing Cowboy

Everything Has a Price

Togetherness

Parlour Mice

Homeless on the Beach

Olga on a Good Day

The Bracelet

A Nightmare Shared

What a Year!

The Beginning

My gaze could not help but wander to my new Prada shoes, and now as I studied them, I began to deeply sigh as I became more and more mortified that they were now no longer looking back at me from their once-perfected beauty.

The one that had once said ‘buy me ‘.

I took a big gulp as I also realised that every person and every living animal would clearly be able to see that they were now no different from any other shoe.

So feeling a designer loss come over me, I began to shed a tear, a tear of embarrassment and also of loss.

I had planned to go to many places and hopefully walk into many Diamond situations in these shoes, and now look at them!

How on earth could they go anywhere else with me now? How could things ever be the same again?

So what should I do? Get a suede brush or send them to A dry-cleaners with an attached note saying, ‘Please do all that you can as much needed and loved’ I didn’t know the answer, so i took another big gulp as a brewing tear of embarrassment found its way to again release its watery form. I felt helpless as I watched these tears of regret soak themselves into the abused suede and so I couldn’t help but feel a sudden rush of emotion as the protective love that I felt for my shoes had now turned my thoughts bitter. ‘This is all his fault,’ I screamed as a deep-rooted anger began to emerge from somewhere deep within.

I couldnt help but curse much more as a large pile of built-up emotions continued to mingle together. I then found myself releasing a little scream as anger and hurt cruely escaped to their freedom.

I remained in a state of shock as the torture refused to let go and so my eyes extended to the size of a Lemors as an emerging panic attack began to surface and feed my dumb-struck eyes. I sniffed back a pile of emotions and double blinked a well of tears as my blurred vision continued to nourish from this no escape scene of horror, And all horror likes the word extreme so my eyes again doubled in size to make me appear to be Bette Davis,s clone when they now fixed themselves on to my much cherished bag. The memories of how it had once been were now stabbing me with remorse for here it now was looking more like a battered rag, as it too showed that it had also suffered the same abuse that my poor shoes had. So taking a tissue from my pocket, I began to carefully wipe away the clinging-on mud as my thoughts now collected to plot revenge.

A revenge that could only mean one thing… WAR!

Brad and I had met exactly one year, today. Yes, today of all days! He had to ruin our anniversary. We had arranged to meet in our favourite wine bar to share a couple of pitchers of pimms or maybe four, who’s counting for it would just depend on how the evening went.

But things didn’t go according to plan, as Brad had made some last-minute changes even though the plan had been to celebrate ourselves, him and me, for being able to make it through fifty-two sane weeks together.

Personally, I thought that I deserved a medal and not a bunch of flowers. But instead, a sparkling trophy for the both of us could be shared if it was to be a joint thing, and so my muzzy thoughts now began to take me back, back a glorious year. A year of happy times of mixed emotions and way too many drinks.

I loudly sniffed back another lurking tear as an overload of Brad thoughts began to suffocate me, so I weighed up the facts that he had not been a good catch, just a lingering bad one, and that he had in fact come from the Dead Sea and not a Pacific one.

And so my conclusion was that, it would certainly not have mattered whether I had been drinking hard-core or in fact sipping a green tea. Brad was still going to be Brad and nothing was going to change that, be it viewed through a blurred vision or a cleansed one. My mind then carried on to drift towards some happy memoirs of what had been.

So breaking into a smile, I allowed my thoughts to continue to happily take me to my dear friend Tammy. Tammy was as blonde as I am, if not blonder, though, on this particular occasion, I felt that we should have been crowned. Blondes definitely do have more brains than our rivals, the brunettes.

We just sometimes don’t show it.

Except for today; that is, for today, Tammy was to hold a dinner party at her new penthouse because it was to be the excuse that she desperately needed to be able to show it off without actually having to go to other desperate measures, like having to beg someone, in fact, anyone, to just please come over and take a look at her new crib, her show home, her pride and joy, urgently waiting to be looked at and admired.

So take a tip from Tammy that holding a dinner party is indeed a glorious way to discreetly show off your home, and Tammy will also be the first to tell you that it is certainly not about food or any cooking, what cooking!

And so her come-over-and-look-at-me day was arranged, and Brad just happened to be one of the unfortunate ones to be on the guest list.

Being her rock, I did feel that I had to give Tammy some support on her prized day, for it was only I who held the back-up brain to all of the answers and the so-much-needed knowledge, which at times hers did seem to lack. So I honestly felt that I was indeed a much-treasured best friend for her.

Today, we had slaved away in her kitchen with, of course, the added help from lots of chilled wine.

And now, as I began to dispose of the second full bin liner of the endless empty cartons of some helpful ready-made meals, I was certainly glad that this was to be the last one to be disposed of.

At a time like this, I did share a pitying thought for the creatures of the night, having thoughtlessly ruined their freebie supper by ordering my masala curry to be toe-curlingly hot.

But, oh, well, perhaps they were street wise, and, so, could handle anything including a spicy curry, so I did hope that they didn’t turn their noses up at these still food-laden boxes and cartons and just be grateful to be getting some more of our soon-to-be-eaten food of curry vindaloo and whatever else came their way. In the meantime, I suggested that they should have a starter, so then Tam went out of her way to eat half a nann, so I could take it out to them before the dinner party began and they even got to eat a main because, once again, it was Tam who had thoughtfully come to their rescue with only their best interest at heart, when thinking only of them and their acquired taste, she had kindly ordered hers to be a medium hot.

She was thoughtful like that.

And now it was my turn to give a little something to Mother Nature, and also because it happened to be a Friday night, I did feel that I should be doing my bit, and being as it was the weekend, I did not want the wildlife that lived in this garden to feel like they were being fed from a soup kitchen.

I thoughtfully decided to extend my hostess talents to the garden, and so I began to lovingly place some tea light candles on to the grass. ‘Tam, I shouted, if we are going to eat and enjoy our food by candlelight, then so will they.’

‘Here, here’, shouted Tammy’s reply from her best I’m-not-drunk voice.

After much consideration and thought, I eventually decided to lay all their bits of food as close to the bins as I could for I was sure that this was bound to make them feel more at home.

So how thoughtful am I to choose a nice cosy spot close to the bins for them. I just hoped that these creatures of the night would have a good one and just try to find a bit of romance with each other, which would then show a gratitude of appreciation for all the hostess skills that I had given them and all the trouble that I had gone to, to achieve and create this feast and special moment for them.

I now lit the last of the tea lights, and feeling proud of my efforts, I took a step back to give it the once over.

Still feeling pleased, I gladly welcomed the submerging wave of pleasure that came with a feeling of job satisfaction, ‘charity begins at home’, I thought, now breaking into a beaming smile as I continued to proudly admire this miniature come dine with me.

I then smiled again, For I knew that they would be sure to have a good time. So feeling like doctor do little’s wife, I now held my head up high as I proudly made my way back to the kitchen With a head full of happy thoughts for Tammy’s spoilt wildlife that tonight they would for sure enjoy a five-star setting, when they tucked into their Friday night Indian dinner because tonight it had come with an added five stared diamond touch of romance so i also now knew that somewhere a couple of gardens away lurking amongst the neighbours bushes their was bound to be some very envious wildlife, ‘oh well, i thought, lifes a bitch when you cant feed the street’

I was staying at Tam’s that night, so we had mutually agreed to leave the kitchen window wide open so that our outside diners would be able to hear the romantic CD of musical bliss of whatever it was that we had chosen to leave on for them because every one including wildlife, I’m sure would welcome some nice background music to help them to get into that special mood for whatever…

And I knew that whatever we played, our musical taste would be enjoyed by each and every one of them as they relished their come dine with me meal.

For them, we chose to play the ‘Sound of Music’. I just hoped that whilst they nibbled on vindaloo and scavenged for some desert inside the bins, that they would find some musical love inside themselves to enjoy the album as much as the Von Trapps had enjoyed singing it… Now that’s what I call thoughtful.

Breaking out from my thoughts, I found myself back in the kitchen being greeted by Tammy’s outstretched arm, which had suddenly now shot out in front of me, just like one of those stop now barriers.

Its rigid stance also made it appear like it had just emerged from a good dip of starch.

It also held a grip like she was unmercifully strangling the glass that she was holding.

I did wonder if she had recently watched the movie, The Boston Strangler, although I wasn’t about to ask, so I just welcomed the luckily unbroken glass as it was pushed into my non-resisting hand.

Though I couldn’t help, but ask her why she was still calling her apartment a penthouse, when it in fact happened to be a ground floor one with a garden.

‘Surely, they will notice’, I queried as I savoured the strawberry flavours from a mouthful of my delightful wine, as I enjoyed absorbing its rose charm from my alcohol-greedy mouth.

‘Yes, I know what you’re saying,’ whispered my embarrassed acting friend.

‘But penthouse does sound so much better; it pictures a modern elegance, so maybe if you just keep quiet about it then perhaps no one will notice.’

‘Mums the word,’ I replied as I now tried to decide from which of my two glasses to take the next sip from.

‘No,’ shrieked Tam.

‘Why not?’ I shouted as my eyes automatically followed her bewildered look.

Then like a sudden fullstop, my eyes stopped dead at a freshly made water mark. I held my guilty glass tighter as I continued to gaze at her never-christened work surface.

‘Just wipe it off’, I advised as I now took a large mouthful from one of my strawberry flavoured poisons.

‘But I don’t want to, and I shouldn’t have to!’ exploded my hysterical friend.

‘I do understand your kitchen is not meant to be used,’ came my reply. The now red faced Tam looked like she was becoming very close to having a panic attack. In these circumstances and many more, what are best friends for, I thought, as I now rushed to her rescue by wiping the surface clean to bring her back the never-been-used look. I then made sure that I was to place the used tissue into my bag, so’s not to dirty the bin again. But my still-in-shock friend continued to look utterly horrified, even though the last of the evidence had been removed. So to finalise my rescue, I was left with no choice but to slap the hysterical drama queen right across her Botox-filled face.

I then dragged her through to the lounge with only her best interest at heart. Because she was after all my best friend, ‘Sit there’ I scowled, as I pushed my bewildered friend into the nearest chair.

We both sat in silence until the doorbell rang. ‘Music to my ears’, I thought, as I continued to try to ignore Tam’s constant sniffing.

‘Oh, by the way’, I remarked as the sound of the doorbell became more persistent. ‘You need to get a grip as your mascara is now running, and your blood shot eyes are looking like you are about to audition for some low-budget zombie film.’

‘Point taken’, I thought, as I watched Tam quickly jump up with both hands covering her face as she ran to the bathroom shouting, ‘You let them in!’

I didn’t question her sudden panic as I obediently made my way to the door to welcome the first of the guests. Tammy soon reappeared, and now began to act like the previous incident had happened yesterday.

She was in fact a budding pro at being able to switch on and off. Just like any rising drama queen could, and this one sure had developed the knack from a blended mixture of being spoilt, being overpaid, and being a blonde—so can you image that combination mixed up together on a bad day! ‘Enough,’ said.

When all of the guests had arrived, we began to feel openly proud of all the hard work that had gone into the food, after all it does take much effort in using a microwave and then having to stand back to dodge its micro rays.

And so as we stepped back to admire our efforts, we happily raised our glasses to publicly share our proud moment.

‘Naked chef eat your heart out to this one’ was our toast, and I can’t say that we were not at all surprised when our guests also raised their glasses with us to agree.

The evening went well, and very well it seemed for the im not hiding it anymore drunk Tammy.

Because now after each devoured mouthful of the berry-coloured liquid, her dormant inabitions had at last been released.

It had been a while, and so she had all talons, fangs, and horns, out, waiting, ready, and alive.

I knew at this moment that she could have easily put Freddie Kruegar to shame, and judging by her long stares, I also knew that she meant business, so everyone including myself, tried to now concentrate on the help-yourself fondue fountain of soup.

We all speechlessly gathered around it, like a swarm of bees would around a tempting pot of sticky honey. And as we now grabbed an exotic-looking square bowl, we bit our tongues and gritted our teeth as we all tried to desperately keep all thoughts silent about our Asian starter soup, because the fact of the matter was that nobody was drunk or brave enough to dare comment on the bowls of the transparent liquid that in all honesty did seem to be nothing but water with a pinch of flavour and a few herbs thrown in.

Tam, however, did not attempt to grab a bowl because being the predator amongst us she had much more important things on her mind than some flavoured water soup.

So with all weapons surfaced, she did indeed look more like a demonic wag than a Brighton beautician.

And so I and every other defenceless person in the room shamefully knew that the only thing that she would be holding back would be a halo.

She scanned us all and with all barriers firmly cemented into the ground, she now set her eagle eyes on to her chosen victim. it was at this point that i found myself becoming quite aware of her fatal stare. As she continued to bury her gaze into me, and as her looks tryed to bury deeper towards where i dont know, I found myself fluttering my long lashes towards the floor, as she now made a point of letting me and the whole room know just how grateful she was to me for being her rock in the kitchen, and for also slapping her in the face. She then went on to raise a special toast to Estee Lauders double wear for concealing it. After a good ten minutes of the never-ending speech of constantly repeating herself, I began to feel a maternal concern that I should be looking out for her, and so seeing that her glass had become empty, I felt it should be my role to pour her another one. And then just as I did so, she immediately grabbed my arm as she went on to comment on how we should have another business called ‘Cooks on the go.’

‘Yes,’ I replied, ‘and we could also throw in some while you wait manicures.’

We now both laughed whilst everyone else looked at us baffled.

I was to later find out that to show her appreciation Tammy had wanted to give me a special present. ‘Sorry, he’s not gift wrapped’, hiccupped Tam as she paired me off at the table with one of the single guests called Brad, much to her disappointed sister, Emma, who had, had her eyes on him all night and was making no secret about it.

So now as everyone became instructed on where to sit. Emma soon sent a bitch look Tam’s way as the under orders Brad began to pull a chair up next to mine. We were soon deep in conversation, and so I began to smile with delight as Brad’s attention continued to stay my way as the sex-starved Emma continued to target him.

She desperately used her female charms to try to draw in her prey, by lip pouting, boob thrusting, and eyelash fluttering, but his eyes remained fixed on me and me only.

And now without blinking, he seemed to watch in much amazement when I reached over to steal a large banana that had been placed amongst some exotic flowers, as part of the table display.

It was a good move to make as my dieters stomach from hell was not going to be giving up without a fight, so it continued to loudly let everyone know that I hadn’t fed it for days as it rumbled its annoyance to also let everyone know that it wasn’t happy.

‘What a grass,’ I thought, as I looked down at my ungrateful stomach as I imagined its rumbling words shouting, ‘I don’t want to be the size of a pea a moment longer, and so I’m going to let everyone know that you starve me.’

And so my battling diet was temporarily over, due to a loud-mouthed stomach once again getting its own way. And so I humbly accepted defeat, as my lips now began to water and drool at the long yellow fruit that I was holding in my hand.

I hungrily licked my lips as my stomach began to greedily roar even louder to let me know how much it wanted it. It was during this moment that I felt no pity for the flesh-hungry madame seducer as Brad’s eyes continued to remain on me and not on her. Then as if under a spell my thoughts now trailed back to my wanting mouth and attitude stomach, I took a big swallow as I fixed my attentions on to my own target as i felt a rush of hunger continue to draw me in, and so with watering mouth I began to peel the starter that would soon no longer be able to safely hide inside its protective shell. ‘You’re all mine,’ I whispered as the long, pale fruit broke free from its skin.

I whispered my thoughts to it again, as I greedily ran my tongue across my lip and visualised what was to come, and now I feeling like Eve slowly bit into the soft body of the exposed, naked banana.

I imagined Brad as Adam as he continued to watch my lips as they went in search to hungrily savour a sunshine filled moment of an exotic taste of flavour of freshly peeled fruit. The banana continued to teasingly release its flavours into my now taste-bud-alive mouth.

And so Brad was soon out of my head as paradise quickly made its way in.

But all too soon, my moment of the fruitfull bliss had to come to an end, but i was not one to easily let go when it comes to pleasure so I begged for my mind and mouth to carry on to savour the delicious flavour some more as I tryed to desperatly hold on to an envisioned picture of white sand as i willed my thoughts to continue to take me to the tropical beach that my taste buds so greedily desired. Still not wanting to leave paradise I willingly closed my eyes and wallowed in an orgasm of flavour as my lips hungrily attacked and devoured every drop of the forbideness that was being released from the fruited pleasure that was now escaping from my banana of dreams.

It was a food passion that every doomed slimmer would know, when the taste, smell and all thoughts become way too much to ignore.

This was natures form of chocolate so like some candy possessed child let loose in a sweet shop i couldnt help but gasp as i desperatly held onto the sweet, sweet, taste of the banana as it continued to linger its tease of candieness into my mouth, I then made a reluctant effort to open my eyes; but no not yet, i had to refuse, it was too soon i was not ready to let go, so I continued to hold on to its charm as I greedily licked the last bit of its flesh from my lips whilst I hungrily devoured the last remaining nibble from this king of fruits.

The Adam-and-Eve moment had gone, and now I was unfortunatly feeling more like Jane in some Tarzan film.

so with open eyes i double blinked over a moment that had been lost in paradise as my eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of reality setting in, though I couldn’t understand why Brad’s eyes had remained glued to my mouth before and after my banana moment. His eyes were still not budging and so continued to remain on my lips like I had just eaten forbidden fruit whilst him as Adam watched on.

It was clear to see that Emma had also been watching me enjoy my fruit, as she too was staring at my lips, except her mouth was not drooling like Brad’s, hers was just speechless and wide open. Tam having now noticed that her table display had been tampered with made a sudden rush to the kitchen to get the food, so it wasn’t long before we were all tucking into the masala and vindaloo currys followed by many helpings of nann bread. As the food was brought in and placed down, I couldn’t help but let it slip how hungry I was, to which Brad un shamefully held nothing back as he quickly released a loud reply of it had certainly not gone unnoticed, I soon felt myself blush as he then carried on to wink a seal of approval my way as his eyes began to twinkle at me like two beautiful balls of uncut Diamonds, and Emma who was oviously in agreement with him, now shot me a I-really-do-want-to-scratch-your-eyes-out, one. Because unlike Brads her eyes were not sparkling. No one now spoke as we all enjoyed the gourmet-looking food secretly sneaked in from one of our favourite take always.

But the hot-on-the-track Emma was not quick to accept defeat, and so began to thrust her man-made boobs out even more, every time that Brad happened to look her way, much to the annoyance of my best friend, who did not want her present to be shared, so I could now picture four hands of nail extensions looking more like claws as the battle of the bitches began.

‘When did you have your boob job?’ asked Tam after we had all devoured our last bite.

‘Did you know that Jean’s are real, which don’t you agree is a much better choice for a man to fondle than being confronted by two nipples sitting on the end of a couple of bullets.’

Everyone including myself stopped talking and followed Tammy’s gaze, which had now fixed itself on to Emma’s cleavage. It was there that everyone’s eyes remained as Emma’s bulging breasts continued to jingle with every movement that she made, as Tammy slurringly went on to say, ‘Oh, and did you know that Brad is gay, he is only just tonight coming out of the closet under dear Jean’s guidance as he does need all her support at a time like this.’

‘And why is that?’ snarled Emma.

‘Well, continued Tam, Jean would fully understand him, as she used to have a rabbit called Bully, which refused to mate with its fluffy little hutch mate, which obviously only meant one thing. Do you remember that, Jean?’

I felt myself blush, as all eyes suddenly fixed themselves on me. But in my childhood rabbits defence, I held my head up high as I went on to say, ‘Yes, I do remember, and it was only because Beef was not his type as they did happen to be brothers.’ All eyes still remained on me, so I felt myself becoming redder as I began to feel sympathy for my burning face and none for Brad’s. But then, as he stood up, I also felt a wave of lust plant itself on me, ‘Thats wine for you’ I thought as I took another sip from the potion of love, lust and tears. My lips then gripped on tight as my mouth went in search for more of the poison, and so made no hesitation to want to break free from its grasping drink me more spell. So now quite unaware that the devious alcohol had again claimed another victim, I willingly welcomed and held on to its control as it now drew me in to take me under its wing and so as my mouth focused on the drink my eyes focused on to Emma and how glad I was that she did seem to have some self control in her some where and so did not attempt to pounce on him, though, I am sure it was only because Tam was there that Brad was saved from some man rape.

The tension in the air remained strong, as Brad now made his excuses and headed for the bathroom.

It was then that another dinner party guest tried to change the subject by commenting that I had a tiny piece of banana, which seemed to be held there by a drop of vindaloo that was resting in the crease of my mouth.

I felt myself blush, as Emma now jumped up from her chair and made a passing comment ‘Disgusting,’ as she also made her excuses and left.

With Emma gone and Brad out of earshot, I leant over and whispered in Tam’s ear, ‘Is Brad really gay?’

‘Of course not, replied Tam, I had to say that cos you’ve got to admit Emma’s boobs were fantastic.’

‘Have another drink, continued Tam the competition has now gone.’ The silent tension was now lifted as Tammy now seemed to display some wings complete with halo, and so lovingly offered everyone coffee and a tour of the apartment. I left her to it, as she began to proudly chat to her remaining guests about all her latest gadgets whilst I instead turned my attentions to a still no Brad in the room. I did hope that he had not given in to Emma’s advances and sneaked off with her.

‘Damn’, I thought, ‘if that had of happened, then I knew that they would never have made it past the gate, and those bushes would have certainly been moving like some tornado was coming through.’

The thought of Emma and Brad becoming wild animals of lust suddenly made me shiver, so I had to find him.

‘Are you all right in there?’ I found myself asking the bathroom door, which to my surprise flew open to reveal Brad’s piercing eyes on mine.

We both burst out laughing, and so with all ice broken, we found ourselves spending the rest of the