Colin held the decorative envelope in one hand and the morning edition of the Glen Times in the other and shook his head. Like all of the other residents in the community, he’d just received his personal invitation from Kate to a party she was throwing in honor of Sid’s upcoming birthday. Just to make sure everyone knew about it, she’d even placed an announcement in the paper about it – everyone in the Glen was invited.

"What tha fuck, is she mental?!" he said with a chuckle. "Like she actually expects me to come to that bloody tosser’s birthday party?!"

He tossed the invitation aside and sat down at his computer to send his R.S.V.P., then paused, trying to decide just exactly what he was going to say to her. Clearly, this was some sort of a joke... she couldn’t actually think he’d want to go, did she? More like she was just trying to pour a bit of salt in the wound, he thought to himself, as he continued to ponder over what to type in his reply.

"Heh... I have half a mind to actually accept... then what would she do?" he chuckled to himself. "Wouldn’t see that comin’, would ya now, luv?"

Just then, his phone rang. It was Abby. Talk about timing, he thought, grinning.

"Yeah, I got one too," he said into the receiver. "Just sitting down to type out my R.S.V.P. now... yeah, she’s clearly off her rocker, no doubt about it, I agree... So, you up for a party, or what?"

Colin chuckled again, having a bit of fun with Abby, then said, "Just kidding ya, luv... thought we’d have our own bit of fun that night... alright then...later."

He hung up the phone, then leaned forward and began to type:

"Dear Kate... get bent... love Colin."

TBC...