In fact, his face was similar to Brigitte Bardot’s in her young days, with the snub nose and pouting lips. Older women loved him and wanted to prot...ct him, as he was a bit skinny and had a vulnerable look about him. But for eighteen years’ old he was doing pretty well. He was screwing three women, mothers of friends of his, on a regular basis back in London, while giving his ass to the husband of one of them as well. Whether the wife knew about the husband and vice-versa, I never found. Clicking on guests I found folders labelled with the names of people who had stayed with them. Ian had been a naughty boy and installed smoke detectors with a camera inside, I wondered if Marion knew. Looking at some of the guest videos it appeared that there were two cameras in the guest room, one in the smoke detector and the other I guessed was in the light fitting. This second camera was focused on the mirrored doors of the wardrobes.Looking at the names I found that I knew a couple of. Towards the end of the day, Greg invited me to join him for a drink in the ski area base lodge. I agreed. He was cute.Without asking, Greg ordered us each a pint and a shot! I laughed out loud, but was grinning and pleased. I liked this man’s style. We toasted to our day on the slopes and downed our vodka shots. Wow! My head was spinning! We continued to talk until Greg said that he needed to get home to his wife. I was a mixture of disappointment and being okay with this news. I liked Greg but. They were talking about her life here, a life she knew nothing about.Shane stopped her thinking by asking, "you didn't remember anything when you saw me two days ago? I mean anything?" he was leaning forwards resting his elbow on his knees."No" she lied. She wasn't going to tell him "oh yes I sort of remembered what it was like kissing you" I see" he said then took a deep breathe before continuing "Thia I'm sure you have a lot to ask me and I hope I'll be able to answer all your questions. Only.