"What did you do!" was all I heard. It was a stern, angry punctuatedstatement in a very loud voice. This is not what I sent you to Jessica'sfor. What ...s going on? I told her to call me if you did not show-up." I did go..." Vanessa answered quietly."Well, then why did she not do what I paid her to do? Don't tell me shemade a few little curls in your hair and took what I paid her for. I amso mad! Why did she not do what I asked her to do Vanessa?" She did," Vanessa almost whispered."What do you. This comment came from Charles as he began the short swim to the yacht and climbed up the ladder which hung from its side. Soon the whole party had assembled and were seated about on deck as Charles prepared the morning meal. Scrambled eggs, fried ham, berries and cream, along with fluted glasses of champagne gave everyone a brand new energy for whatever lay ahead. The girls were all sent to their captors cabins where they dressed in see-through lingerie and slippers which matched the color of. The nights were still a little cool. “Any more and she might explode. And not in a good way.” “Yeah, I know. I’m thinking that we should give her some relief later.” “You sure?” Was I? I was more than sure but I wanted Cyndi to be ready. She might not ever be if I let her be by herself to figure this out. What we needed was some decisive action. “Yeah. She won’t admit it but I think she’s ready. Cyndi is the kind of girl that needs someone else make the decisions for her at first. . “Come on,” was all he needed to say. We drained our drinks, I grabbed my bag and coat and he took my hand, as we headed for the stairs. He had rung ahead and booked one of the rooms at this small country inn. It was a pretty room, low ceiling with rustic country furniture and a bed covered in floral chintz and lacy cushions. Tom had placed a single red rose on a cushion in the middle of the bed, a small, but perfect gesture of his love for me. I sat on the bed, picked up the rose and sighed, it.