<strong>Christine Daniels</strong><br/><br/>Oh crap! Oh crap oh crap oh crap. "Uh... Ohhhh kay!" I found my way blocked by a shapely but well muscle leg. "M... My name?" Why did she want to know my name? So they'd know what to put on my grave stone after they murdered me? "Christine. Christine Daniels." I sat back down on the stool and picked up the beer again. I took a swig. It was cold, I'll give it that, although it tasted nothing like real beer.<br/><br/>I tried to smile at the two women. "Uh, I... I don't think I'm too good for you..." I lied carefully. "I just think you're... uh... rather scary?" Now that was the truth. "Please, I didn't mean to disturb you... This is obviously your private club house, I apologise for intruding... The lady outside did warn me that I might be ... Ah..." I couldn't say 'unwelcome', that would be insulting. Very bad, Chris, very bad. "...interrupting." God that was worse. Made it sound like they were having sex... "Not that you were doing anything... " Oh what? Shut the fuck UP chris! "And  even if you were, I'm sure it ... would be....." I managed to stem the flow of words finally and tipped a large amout of the Budweiser down my throat. My mouth was suddenly a lot drier than it had been. My mobile phone was in my top box! FUCK FUCK FUCK!