<strong>Eliza Foster</strong><br/><br/><br/>Eliza had lots to do before the party, her invite came from the sister of the bride, there was money to made, and she was not about to pass up a chance to make some. Her clients were mostly well off and some had more money than they knew what to do with. Eliza had friends in high places, she knew policemen - who supplied the majority of her drugs, from the finest skunk to the purest coke,  doctors, lawyers and musicians- all of them she considered valuable connections that helped her avoid the riskier side of drugs. Eliza had a quick line before heading out the door, she had to collect some special gear for the party, just in case it was needed, and pay some guys off, then pick up the cake, oh yes the cake, that made her think of Amsterdam where she had had her first taste of Space cake, a rich chocolate sponge cake with chocolate truffle hash filling, topped with icing, flavoured with hash, all gooey and delicious and deadly if you ate too much - just wait until they saw that cake, she laughed to herself, yes tonight was going to be a good night.<br/>She finally arrived at the party, she was sure the taxi man could smell the hash cake, even though it was in an air tight container, he kept looking at her and he opened all the windows. Dressed in a black pencil skirt and sexy pink waistcoat, she felt in the mood for a really good party, she walked up to the door and knocked.<br/><br/>Space Cakes (http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS6utNh7uUi2So7YbghrVAmfw5TPbXXTu_WHMfAzyWOLrlg-iSxfQ)<br/>