Ellie was on another glanus of wine and was high as a kite when Arnie suddenly suggested coming back to our place as the pub would be shutting in 30 minutes or so. “Get some booze and crisps,” said Ellie. “The party’s at ours!” The guys willingly flashed some money around and collected a brown bag with beer and wine and we all went out to call a cab.
I was shaking with excitement and fear in equal measure but could not, for the life of me, understand how they had persuaded Ellie to go along with this mini-party at our place. She was chatting, laughing, flirting and generally having a great time. When we climbed in the taxi, she sat in the back seat with Louis on one side and me on the other and Louis’s hand was along her back and stroking her shoulder, just above her right bust. She show
