Nonchalantly, the woman signed a ticket for almost a thousand dollars. Like most customers, she expected The Gift Shoppe to wrap and deliver the weddi...g gifts to the bride's home, something Timothy usually did after he closed the store.At the last moment, Claire flipped the back of her perfectly manicured fingers against the top of the bag, containing the toys."Deliver those," she demanded. Without another word, she turned and left the small store not bothering to close the door in her. »I'm sorry!«, she sniffs as I pull back, »but I need a pee!« She tries an apologetic smile, climbs out of the car and walks into the bushes. My fingertips are still warm from the delicious touch as I watch her disappear with gingerly stiff steps, and my heart grows fonder towards her as I ponder the fragility of her soul - the humiliation and pain she must have suffered. I leave the car, and leaning onto the mudguard I light myself a cigarette. I already expect her to never come back - I'm. So it was that I was going to have to meet them not only dressed as a girl, but looking like a prostitute! We sat at our usual table in the usual bar in our large shades and floppy hats, and Felicity ordered a bottle of pink champagne. “Don’t you think this will all look a bit decadent,” I complained. But Felicity ignored me. We had already created a buzz in the street as we got out of the car, and groups of locals were collecting and looking across at us and chattering cheerfully. Then they. " I gestured for something to write on.Bobbie handed me the attaché case. I opened it, took out a pen and paper and wrote, "We may be bugged." I showed the note to Bobbie. She passed it to Sir William.Sir William opened his mouth to speak and Bobbie reached in his mouth and pinched his tongue. "Shush!" she whispered."Someone might have planted recording devices," I wrote on the note pad and handed it to him. After he read it I said, "Neither Bobbie nor I were very hungry earlier this morning..