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bawdy production of the Guys and Dolls show. Imagination wasn’t called for as the visual acts were the real thing. Nothing was barred. A full house sounded a rousing applause at the end as smiling faces from both sexes twittered with delight. Furtive gropes soon disappeared as the auditorium lights came on and respectable smiles returned to their owners. It was eyes down as we walked out with the crowd. I was amazed that Aisha seemed to take it all in her stride especially watching the explicit acts. I wondered what she did for fun back home in the Middle East.
    A meal at the Viceroy tandoori ended the evening with a few drinks. Her knee knocked against mine under the table while the waiter hovered for a service tip. Some Indian music played in the background as we finished and left in good shape to make our way home.
    Back at my house, Aisha teased me with her pink tongue as I came out of the bathroom. Her fallen skirt and bra lay on the carpet beside her as my arms reached out to embrace her warm exotic body. Our lips locked together before we peeled off our remaining clothes and made it to the bedroom. Then like two apes on heat, we ate into each other like forbidden fruit. A combination of lust, alcohol, passion and need, brought out the animal between us. It was a euphoric experience as our orgasms exploded us into a state of oblivion. Every nerve was satisfied as we melted into each other’s body.
    Sleep came quietly leaving us unaware that the carriage clock had swept past eight hours into morning and a rude awakening came from micky mouse as his cajoling laugh filled the bedroom on the stroke of eight o clock. Aisha gave me a knowing smile. It was time to live another day. After a coffee, a kiss and a promise, she left to make her own way back to her hotel. Now the fun was over for the time being.
    There was nothing in my post box to shout about. Two payment demands and a royalty cheque from my publishers cancelled each other out. But with the money I had coming it was peanuts compared to this.
    The business in hand returned to mind. There were a few days before the 1 st February when my meeting with Ahmed would take place at the zoo. I mulled over some ideas as Frank Sinatra sang ‘My Way’ on my stereo. The lyrics suited me just fine. My way was how I liked to do things too.
    Today there were three things I needed to do. The first was to start covering my back against Ahmed. He knew an awful lot about me from my autobiography, but I knew very little about him. I needed to build up my own portfolio as insurance in case anything happened to me after he had the formula. The man who could help me to do that was Dave the weasel.
    He was an ex-sergeant, who volunteered retirement from the Metropolitan police force. He had no option but to retire. It was either that or the sack. There was more alcohol in his body than blood. Giving evidence in courts, often found him wanting for a memory as too many of the ‘guiltiest’ got off while the innocent went to prison. Dave the weasel always had a money problem. Contributions for the pub trade were always welcome in return for information from him. He still had his contacts in the police force and was able to maintain ‘unwritten co-operation’ by virtue of what he knew about his fellow mortals. ‘That’s the way life is’ he told me on many occasions. I left a message on his answerphone to get in touch as I knew he would.
    I had decided to place some listening devices in the homes of Ahmed and Bruce. I needed to learn as much as possible about them both. What better than to hear it from themselves. I knew just the place to get them from, having used them before, when plotting up on an obscenely rich person who had more money than sense. When I was an active thief, I had gone to extreme lengths to avoid meeting my benefactors. ‘Raffles’ was what they called me amongst other names! The little transmitter bugs were very helpful in making things possible. Now they