<div class="floatleft">(http://img347.imageshack.us/img347/8554/32116da.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Curlz MT;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br/><br/>I pulled the cute oriental girl close and kissed her passionately. This woman was showing me some of the best times I'd ever had and I loved her with all my heart! Even if she did have her own unique blend of snark and sarcasm that I called "snarkasm". I broke the kiss and shrugged. "Yeah... well, I invited others. Not my fault if they can't make it. And you know we can't afford to hire a venue."<br/><br/>I chuckled and moved to the buffet, helping myself to a prawn vol-au-vent. "Yum... the finest the frozen food department could supply!" I grinned. "You're going to have to keep me away from the food until people get here!" I rearranged the the plate and put the cling-film back over it.<br/><br/>This was the weird part. Waiting for the doorbell to ring, wondering if anyone was going to turn up, if the party would fly or flop... The clock on the wall chimed eight, a little slow as ever, and I sat on my favourite chair - currently shoved into a corner - and pulled Emi into my lap.