” Evie was back on the airport thing. “How does a boy with no life experience, simply pull the name of an obscure airport out of a hat? It makes n... sense at all.“You must be one of those gifted, impossibly smart, savants. It’s the only explanation I can come up with. You should let me have you evaluated by a neurologist specializing in extraordinary children, and see what they think of your amazing intellect.”There was no way.No way, at all.Final Answer... While we slept, a fresh team of. Funny the things that escape your attention when you'rebeing shoved through a second-floor window."Evidently not.It's hard to imagine the real Cunningham saying something like that. Iwonder how she's coping as a woman? Probably no worse than I am.Why the hell did I let Beverley talk me into putting on a skirt? It's notthat it makes me feel uncomfortable - when you're wearing stockings youdon't know it's there - but the sight of my knees, calves, shins, anklesand insteps through the sheer nylon. Yes, I'll come upstairs and cane your arse for you."I paused. Yes, I was. My whole body was flooded with adrenaline."This isn't a business arrangement if you're worried. I've already been paid tonight. Consider it a friendly caning."She put her hand on mine and grinned evilly as she could felt it shake slightly.She pulled me towards the lifts."Don't forget your bag," I said.We waited for what seemed like an age for the lift, her hand resting proprietorially on my ass. The ass she was about to. "Here you go gorgeous, have this on me; I've got plenty more where that came from." With that he turned and made his way back indoors. Lucy turned from the girl she was talking to."Don't take any notice of Eric; he's in the music business. He thinks everyone should be stoned 24/7 like he is. Just make sure you’re not on your own with him, he’ll have your knickers round your ankles in no time flat. Come on let's go find Georgia and Nat."The potent mix of good champagne and the spliff had.