Ironically, James only went to the party because his wife had insisted that he honour Tony’s invitation. Tony was celebrating his latest promotion at work. So he’d gone. And joked around with Tony and the guys. And had a couple of beers.
And now, now he was being led out of the general party area by a young thing with a mini-skirt that could pass for a headband, extra high heels, a missing bra- her nipples were poking out- and long brown attachment-thingy braids.
She seemed to know her way around, James thought, as she moved easily in the corridors, Continue reading