And Cédric was, well, let's say not the type to remember faces he saw outside a mirror."Tu connais l'homme lá? Et sa putain?" a throaty female voice...said at a table right beside her.Brigitte started and turned. She looked straight into the chuckling face of a business type woman in her thirties. She had straight brown hair, an intelligent face. There was a twinkle in her gray calm eyes and a new cigarette between her long, slim fingers. She looked like a strong woman. She had a strong voice. At one point she stamped her feet against the floor. She said, “You’re being pretty hard on me.”I replied, “Honey, you’ve earned every bit of it.” She glared back at me, but she seemed to have run out of insults.It was fascinating to see her formerly pale behind as it reddened. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect and I was impressed by the effect I was having on her. After a while, she seemed to give up and she didn’t move at all although she yelped each time I struck her.I said, “That’s. Fortunately, FAA rules dont apply here. She smiled. It seems to me you should fire your co-pilot and get another one, she said sweetly. He laughed. I cant, he said with another big smile. Hes half-owner of the plane and my brother. Ohhh! she said. Is he the one who owns the hotel with you. He shook his head with a grin. Kali must have talked your head off. Ill have to get on to her about that. Nonsense, Kathy said quickly. Shes the reason Im staying in your hotel and Im delighted. He shrugged.. They had spoken through enough fantasies, would it be one of them come to life? She knew all about permission. She had her word, her safe word. She knew that 'stop' or 'no' were impotent words, words that could be said in passion, not meant as the once and for all finishing word that would end all proceedings. A word that needed to be thought through and said in cold realisation. Deep down she believed that she wouldn't need her word, that this was another fantasy, that it would be him that.