”“And,” she continued, “he said you were right about over-familiarity. He said we should pick someone we trust, but who is not around much.”... shook my head again. Why did I get the feeling She was trying to sell me something?“Okay,” I said. I didn’t say anything else, and the conversation lagged.“Did you tell him about our fantasies?” I finally asked.“Yes.”“In detail?” I could feel my cock stiffening.“Yes.”“How much detail?” I asked. My cock was fully erect and wanting attention.“In graphic. I am so angry with you for what you did. For changing my life so completely, without any reference to me. I trusted you with my very soul and you chose, of your own freewill to damage me irretrievably. I don't think I could ever trust you again."There was a sharp in take of breath from Beth. "Oh Tim, I don't know how to show you how sorry I am. I can think of nothing else but the hurt I've caused you. I need to be given a chance to try to put it right. Please Tim. Don't make this the end.. As you sit down at your drink again, you notice a slip of paper and a twenty poundnote, the paper with a hotel name and a room number on it, both placed on top of anenvelope marked "open on arrival". You finish your drink hurriedly and gather yourthings, carrying your coat as instructed - not certain why you are following theinstructions of someone you don't know, but feeling that you should. Part of the play.At reception heads turn as you walk in, stumbling on heels that are too high, yourlegs. I spent some time each morning going through Cuthbert's papers which were mostly research papers pertaining to his experiments on the plants, animals and bugs. Funny but a lot of his experiments were in the atrium. Some were in the barn and pen. According to his papers he had successfully spliced the genes of a creeping vine and some other plants with those of a domestic animals and had altered the metabolic makeup of some common garden gastropods (slugs). The papers described his methods which.