Why … do you ask?’ She felt the color come to her cheeks. ‘Nothing,’ he said. ‘What’s your name?’ She tugged her skirt gently across the...full smoothness of her thighs. ‘Makumud,’ he said. ‘My friend name is Khalid. He think you are very pretty. He said to me, she is nice girl. You no touch American woman with blonde hair like that. Let me show Khalid he is crazy.’ Makumud’s hand caressed Claire’s forearm, making her skin tingle deliciously as he moved his fingers down lightly to her wrist. ‘Now. "Feeling better?" Yes, my Dai, but I'd like to have a bath and wash all the remnants away." I'm sure you would and if you ask very nicely I might even wash your back for you."She grinned and his heart turned over. "Are you sure that would be proper?" Very proper. De rigeur!" Oh well, in that case yes please."That earned her another sweet kiss and David took her cup and saucer. She went off to run the bath. While it filled she unpacked, hung up her clothes and undressed. She went back to the. I don't know how they thought of making jellies with hot milk to produce something much better than a blancmange, but it was a great idea.Grandpa started falling asleep in his armchair fairly soon after lunch; Mum had a quick consultation with her mother in the kitchen, and they decided to let him sleep. He had clearly found a third day of celebration and chatter quite tiring, so we said our goodbyes and headed home.There wasn't a lot on the box, so we had a game of 'Go' with Mum and Dad. As. I grumbled about that, but thenthey dropped the bombshell.The conjugal appointments were MANDATORY. I had to spend an hour with Joeyevery week. I begged them to let me off, I told them my suspicions of Joey,and they said if I wanted to be retried as an adult for my complicity in hiscrime they'd arrange it.I laid on the waterworks - honestly, sort of imitating Joey, and I'm notsure why - and the visitors' manager agreed to drop it to every two weeksfor good behavior.I'm so not looking forward to.