At one time or another, nearly everyone has awoken in a strange place. Maybe we spent the previous evening in a pub and had a wee dram too many. Perhaps we even left the establishment in the company of a new friend and wound up in her bed. The worst-case scenario usually involves waking up naked and not even knowing the name of the person lying next to us. Sometimes the embarrassment is made complete when a hangover-plagued stomach empties itself onto our unknown hosts carpet.

My first time in such a situation was a little different. I woke up naked too, but the person I was with had been decapitated and disembowelled. My morning-after vomit was more like a symptom of the Ebola virus. And that wasnt even the worst of it.

ReadChapter 5 of Night Music at www.AndronicaLlewellyn.com to find out what happened a few days later. You might call it Bronwyns Revenge.