The sun wasn't visible but she thought she had another three hours of dim daylight left.Just when she'd decided to retreat to the airplane for the nig...t she saw something blocking the forest light ahead. She picked up her pace and soon came to another clearing. Facing her was the corner of a building, and not just a cabin. This was a rough stone mass two stories high extending tens of meters in each direction. It seemed almost medieval and while its presence offered hope, its imposing solidity. "The man's laugh was easy and unforced. "My name's Brian." He held out his hand."Sharon." I reluctantly took the proffered hand and we shook. His grip was firm and confident."No offence taken, Sharon, although you shouldn't dismiss the benefit of experience that lightly. No, I help to run a sort of club that caters for people in your situation. You've heard of speed dating, I presume?" Been there, done that, wrote the book," I replied with more than a hint of sarcasm. "The men are always. They do permanent and temporary placements for management executives, from middle managers right up to quite senior people. It's quite a successful business." How do you know that?" Oh, days and weeks of complex research and investigation. Actually, I asked her when John Weaver introduced me to her at the Weaver's summer party over a year ago, probably nearer 15 months ago. I find that actually talking to people tells you a lot more about them than just gossiping about them with your cronies.". Perhaps I was regaining ground.'Take a closer look,' she said, gesturing at the clothesline, and smiling genuinely now. 'Touch it.'I moved over and unpinned a pair of white panties. The label said, 'Size 6, hips 34-35'.'You'll need a bra as well.'At the time, excited by the lingerie and the beautiful woman standing next to me, I didn't stop to wonder why I was the one who needed the bra. I took down a matching white bra, 34C and stood for a moment, an item of underwear in each hand, and.