... If he took it off, then ...." Jim tried to make sense of what she was saying.Laura shook her head again, and turned to him. "He's got a baby! I...'s not an empathy belly! It's a real pregnant belly!" She shook her head again. "And real tits! He's really, really pregnant!"Jim shook his head. "That's ... impossible," he said with certainty. Even as he spoke, from the look he was getting from the women, he felt less certain. "But ... how?"Denise shook her head. "It's got to be the. Yesterday Price and the handsome author King tried to slip off of Stanley's yacht unseen early in the evening. They were hustled away to an unknown destination by their private security people." Stella looked at me and grinned. "Got that all arse about face, haven't they?" Yeah, I'm not sure how Helen and John will like that idea of being described as our bodyguards." I think providing they can't be recognised in these pictures they won't give a damn. I've met those two before and they like to. We are all equal under the government’s benevolent eye. Titles and first names are impolite gender conventions.His voice is vaguely familiar, but my head is muzzy; too filled with dreams of last night to think properly. I can’t place where I’ve heard it.He brings my hand to his lips and brushes a kiss on my palm. I try to hide a shiver at the unmistakable punch of lust it gives me. The gesture sparks a memory and I look up into dark eyes I remember very clearly.“You,” I whisper, taking a step. Jack had been told it was only a minor course, but he found it a location of dazzle and colour. Bunting decorated the small stand, which had seats in the rear section for the upper echelon of punters.Sir Oswald guided the two ladies into a hospitality tent for the gentry, as Jack and Alf drove on to park the carriage and give the horses some freedom. Jack caught a glimpse of the elegant colourful gowns of the ladies inside the tent.Minor it might be, but Jack was quite overcome with the whole.