Have you been doing it long?"Her first reaction was a scared gasp as she stared at me, then her face contorted with pain and she began to cry. I reach...d over the counter to touch her arm, but she jerked away from me, tears pouring down her face. She started to mumble as her head shook from side to side."It wasn't me, Mr. Longden. I would never do such a thing. It must have been someone else." When she looked at me and realized I wasn't buying that, she continued in the same panicky voice "It. Even the music was soothing.He unlocked the door and after we went inside I securely locked it.As I told you it was a costly hotel, the interior was very rich look and the bedroom was too romantic, it was similar to what I have seen in movies.He asked me to make me feel comfortable and sit on his bed. I went out and saw from the balcony it was still raining.Suddenly I felt his hand on my back, I was surprised/shocked but dint said any thing as I felt he is drunk and he is out of his mind and. She recognized the block and stairs.She wasn't sure which number though. She did remember that ten or twenty or thirty years before her eldest br0ther. Frits had tried the same and took a look after his retirement. He stood there pretty sure of looking at the right house.Hesitatingly an elder lady in waiting at the doorstep asked him politely if she could ask him maybe a queer question.She is of the generation, some year in the 70ies which doesn't dare to speak unasked for at an unknown. "Dad's party?" she enquired."Yep. Hope it's not a mistake. He did say he wanted a family 'do' for his seventieth, but I've already got over a hundred people we can't leave out. Want to help?" Catherine sat down at the table and put her head in her hands. Elizabeth sat opposite, worried now. There were tears in Catherine's eyes."Want to tell, sweetheart? Man trouble?" Catherine had been out on a date last night, so it seemed likely. The girl smiled."Man trouble! Thanks for not saying 'Boy.