Billy wasn't real smart, but he was cunning, so he decided that it would be a good thing if the two of us made up before the next time he ran into my ...ad.Billy came over to my house early that morning and apologized for attacking me. He told me that he hadn't wanted to do it, but that Margaret had sworn that he'd never get so much as a handshake from her again if he didn't kick my ass. He also mentioned that, because of my big mouth, he wouldn't be letting me share in any reports of his. . When I got back to the mews flat, there was a message from Richard to tell me to ring Tanja. Tanja told me that I was due at an exclusive boutique hotel in Bayswater at 8pm, my client was a lovely American lawyer who is staying there, her name is Catherine, she would be in the bar wearing a dark blue dress. She would want to have a drink with me first, and, if satisfied, then we would go to her room, at which time she would pay me - £1,700 for 4 hours. The agency had serviced her sister on a. He had an effect on her that no one else had; he clouded her brain over until all she could think about was the two of them together, naked, skin on skin, every touch setting off thousands of nerve endings. She didn't understand how he did it, but he did, and he did it with such ease. She'd grown used to the clouds, even when she was thinking clearly they were there, lurking, ready to envelop her mind with thoughts of him once again. Jack had such a way with words; she often read his messages. I know, I’ll wear this cute little belt. That’ll keep my shirt down. Heh, It looks like I’m wearing a matching skirt. Wait, why not turn it into a skirt? I can even give myself a crop top. Look at how cute it is! You can see my nice flat tummy and sex cuts with my shirt open like this. That skirt seems to stay on with just the tension of the belt. So long as no one yanks it, I should be fine. Wait! How am I going to keep my shirt down? Oh well, I must be careful. I’m out and about in my t-shirt.