As she shut the door behind her, I looked round the room. It wasnât very large, but was tastefully furnished. There was an open door to my left and through it I could see a four poster bed. My eyes lingered. âPlease sit down Mr Zones, or can I call you Swing?â âOf course, my dear, all my friends call me Swingâ, I replied lowering myself into the leather sofa. I had suddenly rediscovered my charm. Jane walked over to the drink cabinet and poured two glasses of tomato juice. âThis will help the headacheâ, she said and passed me a glass. I caught myself thinking, âexactly what Jenny does every time I come home drunkâ. âIâll just go and get myself readyâ. She turned to me, smiled demurely and then disappeared through the open door. This was my chance to escape - if I wanted to.