I cannot say I daydream. Particularily not about what should come to be written on my tombstone or which famous person I might have for dinner. I am a busy man. I do not have the time for sentimental meandering.
Is astounding the change in Emily's demenour since her discovery of her near escape from certain heartache at the hands of her cold and calculating lover, David Shaw, or should we say Winston le Grange. My eagerness to forgive her indiscretions has left her so very grateful to me. She has never been a more attentive and dutiful wife
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Is there ever a reason to get blindingly drunk?Alcohol is a social lubricant. I enjoy a drink, or if the scotch is exceptional, a few drinks. In social situations I will indulge in so far as the particular company indicates that such an indulgence is expected and desirable. Not so little as to mark me as odd and not so much as to draw any attention
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Do you think it coincidence that you - a wealthy, insecure and lonely man - met David Shaw- a younger version of your own obessession - in a seedy bar, one cold night?
*Steven Taylor leaves the following message on David Shaw's cell phone. His tone is like honey, sweet and seductive, there is no hint of anger or threat in his voice.*David
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