The lights of the salon could be seen behind a glazed double door with frosted and etched glass,keeping its’ secrets to the last second – and it w...sn’t difficult to see why. when the door was pushed open it always drew a gasp from me – ‘little’ Joe was terrified of everything, so anyone’s guess what he thought – for me it was a palace. The room was double volume – cavernous in fact with a coloured glass lantern light in the ornate ceiling above- the top half of the room and the ceiling were. "Ah yes, there you are, you're in Moorside6," and handed us a couple of electronic keys, before telling me thatmy group B1 was registering in room 301, while Nicky was in group A1 inroom 311.Waving us in the right directions I glanced at Nicky and said, "See youlater," and wandered off into the crowd feeling a bit of a divvywearing a name badge saying Julia Carson.After about five minutes I found my queue and unlike the other tworegistration queue's the one I was in was mainly made up of girls. "Howlong have you been in London ?" She was dressed entirely in black, herdark hair short and spiky but she somehow managed to appear cool and elegant,especially with that refined accent. "Three years," I said tiredly. "You haven't lost your accent," she observed as she flicked throughmy designs. "Why should I?" I flared and she smiled. "Everyone tries to be someone else in London while pretending they'vebeen here all their lives. You look and sound like a young woman from Liverpool." "I am," I. He cupped her breasts in his hands as he kissedeach one through the thin gown. She sighed as a shiverof excitement crept up her spine. The band played“Embraceable You”, and he intended to. She sucked in her breath as he lifted her to sit on thepink ceramic tiled countertop between the sinks. Thecold sent a shiver through her middle, enhancing heranticipated pleasure and causing her to becomeimpatient. She whispered to him, “I want you. Touch me.” Another groan as he.