The next day, she went round to catch up with Liz, and they had long chat. At the end, Tess said, ‘You know, I’ve been thinking, I might start com...ng along to church a little.’ ‘Oh, why’s that?’ ‘Everyone was so nice to each other, they really cared how each other felt and made sure they were included. I never really appreciated it before, but my friends are not like that.’ ‘How can they be your friends?’ Tess shrugged. Maybe they weren’t really friends, just people that had screwed around with. This morning she had presented to her boss, the account executive and the team working on the project. Her boss, William, was a born salesman and a born egotist. Typically he would review her, or anyone else's work for that matter, and then say how it would do. He never really complemented anyone, and when asked about it would respond that "If I keep you on the payroll, that is compliment enough." William was a genius at getting accounts, and keeping them. His team was the best in the. She wasn’t attracted to him anymore and she and I fell into one another. We shared this common bond of mutual needs. ‘That question I was going to ask you, I suppose it’s changed now and I’m going to ask you since you wanted me to ask you it.’ ‘What’s that, Jim, what?’ ‘I see you as a very attractive, beautiful and sexy woman. I don’t know, and I don’t want to know, what your sex life is like, I do not Renee, do you think you are attractive?’ At that point, I held her one hand and I stroked her. A very pretty Chinese lady greeted us and led us through to a reception where we had to show an invite from Pixie's friend, and sign up as members ourselves. The reception was in an oak-panelled library, with floor to ceiling book-shelves packed with leather bound volumes, it looked like a much older version of the library at Geoff's house. The receptionist looked like she'd stepped out of the pages of a Playboy special edition of Vogue, one where the models have spectacular boobs instead of.