" Maybe you're wrong." Paris, you heard her. That wasn't a simple observation. Ms. Peters is way too sharp not to have figured out what was going on. ...ot just my clothing, but our make-up, our expressions, even the state of the Headmaster's desk for heavens sake. They all would give it away to someone not as dense as Charleston and goodness knows she is anything but dense." All she said was that your blouse wasn't buttoned properly." Paris clung to the fading hope that the words their advisor. ." came a familiar nasal drawl and Ifound myself inadvertently pausing in my tuning."What is that?" asked Helmut."A nightly propaganda broadcast to the British on behalf of the Nazis bysomeone I'm told they call 'Lord Haw-Haw'," I replied. "Sorry, I didn'tmean to stop there." What is he saying?" asked Gerda, neither she nor Helmut knowingEnglish.I listened for a bit, then gave her a summary."This particular broadcast seems to be aimed mainly at British forcesoverseas," I said. "He's warning. Scents are good, as well, but again, should be only enough to keep the mind focused on the massage, rather than drawing attention to the scent itself.You’ll need to pick an oil for the massage. I like sweet almond oil, myself, but you’ll have to pick something that works for you. I’d avoid a scented oil, just because it can be a bit strong and distracting. I’ve got a strawberry scented bottle of oil, but using it just makes the room smell like a dessert and I get hungry, and you don’t want to. She patted the covers in front of her, inviting me to sit."Let's get to know each other a little better," Carlie suggested, leaning over the bed and pulling a small bottle of whiskey from her suitcase. She took a sip and handed it to me as I got settled next to her. "Ask me something fun. Anything." Do, umm, you have a boyfriend?" I asked, bravely.She giggled. "If I did, he probably wouldn't like the fact that I'm hitchhiking across the country all by myself."I nodded. That made sense."What.