Once I was dry she lifted me gently from the tub and cradled me in her arms as she carried me back to the bed room. Gwendolyn placed me in the chair a...d quickly stripped the bed and replaced the sheets. As she was doing this I glanced around the room trying to locate my clothes, where ever they were I was not going to find them in this chair. Gwendolyn left the room, I tried to spring to my feet only to find my head would still spin as I stood. Gwendolyn returned and looked at me, it was then I. Au moment o? ils sortirent du parc, Chris montra ? Sam trois jeunes femmesqui passaient pr?s d'eux, "Eh! Vise les filles l?-bas, on dirait qu'ellesnous regardent."Il fut ?tonn? quand l'une d'elle leur sourit et leur dit au revoir de lamain. "Sam, tu les connais?" Pas vraiment, je les ai juste crois?es tout ? l'heure." Et bien je crois que la blonde s'int?resse ? toi." Arr?te de dire n'importe quoi! Elles courent comme nous, c'est tout." Ta ta ta... n'en sois pas si s?r."Arriv?s chez eux, Chris. Well I must go. Perhaps I,ll see you again before we fly back to California.” “I do hope so.” “So what,s your name then.l” she asked. “Joe. Joe Taylor. Miss Connors.” “Domcall me Carol Joe.” Her smile was sweet yet her eyes twinkled mischievously. “I,ll bet you get very bored doing your job?” “Very. But I,ll bet your job isn,t very boring!” “It can be Joe, but the money is nice!” Then she was heading for the lifts( elevators) up to their rooms. The main concierge an Italian named Giuseppe Rossi. All the other secretaries were in their 20s making Jenny different and less popular with the younger guys on the team. She had had a hard life to this point with a disastrous first marriage and a long spell as carer for her mother who had died a couple of years ago now. All of this had taken its toll and could be seen in her tired lines. She had recently married again to a very flamboyant man who made her feel good although they certainly had their differences. First impressions were that.