Cait and Mog where sat on the window ledge at the Villa Cloud, looking out of the window and taking ease.

"Are we ever going to have the party?" asked Mog forlornly.

"No we're fucking not" wailed Cait. "You fucking sick fucking fuck."



Authors Notes.

This chapter is dedicated to Michael. You know who you are, you magnificent bastard.

Wasn't this chapter better than anything you ever read ever?

Thought so.