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Amy and Marta were in Glasgow. One of their favourite clients, Martin, was having a party to celebrate the opening of the Commonwealth Games, and had hired the girls to do the catering.

'I wonder why the invitations say it's an Adult Games Party?' said Amy.

'This is the west coast - you know what they're like here.' replied Marta, 'It'll be nude butlers and topless waitresses. Party bags from Ann Summers, car keys in a bowl on the table. That sort of thing.'

'Or maybe', said Martin, sticking his head round the kitchen door, 'it's because I've sent the kids to their gran's and am hoping for an evening without sulky teenagers and crying babies!'

'Well that's disappointing.' Amy laughed, 'Marta was desperate for some excitement.'

'Definitely not. I had enough excitement at the weekend,' said Marta, trying to cram a lobster into the fridge, 'to see me right through to Christmas.'

'Really?' said Amy. 'Feel free to give me all the details.'

'Well,' said Marta, 'Jamie came round on Saturday night.....'