That I was to obey her as I would Mistress Michelle. That thewoman that picked me up was to be called Miss Jennifer. That MissJennifer was Mistress Mi...helle number one girl. That I would have toobey Miss Jennifer as I did Mistress Michelle. Miss Angel also told methat there were different kinds of slaves and that I would meet them intime.When Miss Angel had finished washing me she had me to get out of thetub. Then she dried me off with a plush towel. Then she powered my bodyI was feeling even. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to eat in the restaurant or in your rooms while you're here. The food isn't bad, though, for Switzerland." He turned to go down the hall, paused. "Can we meet for drinks and dinner in about an hour?"They each went into their rooms, which were next to each other. Helen tried the door between the two, opening it to find Rummy doing likewise. She grinned."These rooms are probably bugged," Rummy said."So what?" Helen asked. "You okay?" Fine. But you'd better do. When I left my apartment I put on a top coat that would at least cover up how I looked, (Except for the red stiletto shoes my husband called my 'Hooker boots.') We met as arranged around 11 PM, and although she had a car suggested we take a taxi to wherever we were going. From this point on it was up to me to tell the cab driver where to take us and I suggest we get off at the intersection of St. Catherine Street and St. Laurent, the edge of the red light district. At this time of night the. Francis gave him a peck on the cheek on her way out of the bathroom. She selected a velvet black evening gown from the bedroom closet. While she struggled with the zipper in the back of the dress, she heard Patrick’s mobile phone ring on his dresser. She tried to hurry, but the zipper was stuck. By the time she got it loose, the ringing had stopped. Frustrated, Francis listened to the voice mail on her husband’s phone. The female voice in the message shocked her. ‘Hello,’ it said. ‘This is.