My fingering skills were getting better, but were far from the level I desired. One of the band members told me that if I hadn't started when I was te..., I'd probably never be able to master all the chords and picks. At that point, I settled for a credible strum of a few basic chords.Ann stopped by my room about one o'clock. I'd left the door open for the chambermaids, so she just came into the room and sat down. I'd been playing the guitar and stopped however; she gestured that I should. They certainly didn't have the idea about cabin crew. Homely would be the generous description of the two stewardesses. I don't know if the Kushtian's had a shot-put team in the 1976 Olympics but if they did this was what happened to them. Their uniforms looked like they had been designed by a committee of misogynists and manufactured by a team that were more familiar with a staple gun than a sewing machine. I wondered if we could re-acquire Rebecca and interest the CEO in her experiences.Then. " She held my hands while telling me.I was still torn. "How about a compromise? I'll call Tabitha and she can take you to the police station for the report at least."She nodded and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Okay, if it will help you to stay focused. If your concern for me distracts you and he does something..."I nodded. She had suffered too much loss already. "Yes, agreed." I turned to Renée. "Feel up to a road trip?"She nodded. "Are you sure about not calling the police?" We'll call the. She asked for another bottle of Chianti which we killed over the next hour before going to the house. After I carried her bags to her room, she said she was going to freshen up a bit and asked if I could fix her a vodka martini which I promptly did after changing into a pair of light blue silk pajama bottoms and white t-shirt. I made myself one as well and took both to the den where she joined me. She still wore exactly what she had on from her trip. She sat on the other end of the red sofa.