Jennyo, Sandra, and Freda were sitting in one corner, laughing. Jennyo was reciting a hilarious poem about a bikie and a witch, it had it all, black leather, chains, and a some high heeled boots. There was a mob of catters, shouting, laughing, drinking as if there was no tomorrow. Mudvig's eyes swept across the room - there was Jessica, the air hostess, sitting at the feet of that man with the banjo, gazing at him and laughing like a schoolgirl.

Mudvig felt a pang of deep jealousy shoot through his thighs... he wanted her. He sucked on his teeth, and breathed in deep. He could smell her from across the room, he found himself thinking of sinking into her softness, biting frantically into her fleshy belly...

"MUDVIG!! VLADIMIR!! Or whoever the hell you are, I'll be back in a sec.."

Mudvig looked up to see Magenta waving from the other side of the room, damn, he had let her slip.