You are far far better than I thought you would be.After that I took her home still half dressed.When she got out she was half naked and said that was...something else - I will be wanting more than that.I said not tonight lets talk next week.Monday she was all over me telling me she had not had as good a time for years as we had in the car- god what would we be like in the bedroom.I said well I could arrange for an audition - I liked what happened myself. You were great.She said how about Friday. Both were increasingly happy to see Saturday's resolution to share each other's lives being implemented. They identified the perfect house in Hampstead, high up and with a flat roof, from which it was possible to look out at the vastness of London in the distance. And, bliss! Katie received an offer for her house within hours of putting it on the market. This was all going so well, it was just too good to be true. They were both on top of the world.Within a month, they were to be in their new. ”And so they were. Glen could see the matching black andsilver BMW convertibles there at the head of the longdrive, even as he pulled in with his old PontiacFirebird. The house was practically an estate, easilytwo hundred yards off the road, hidden behind huge,immaculate hedges and a mason wall. It stared down at him imposingly, three stories ofwhite Victorian excess of cupolas, verandahs, and Frenchwindows. A gorgeous house, certainly in the million-dollar range. He looked at Brenda. Lorelie was a simple woman. In all her years of education, music lessons, parties and social events, all she really wanted was to please. To serve. Make someone feel pleasure. Her upbringing was devoid of much emotion. Father constantly subjected Lorelie and her younger sister to rigorous lectures on upholding the Bettancourt name, to not embarrass the family at all costs. As a child and adolescent she always performed as was expected of her. Secretly she desired nothing more than to rebel, to.