Damn shes not there! and shes not answering her mobile either, "FUCK!"He starts wondering where she is, he needs to see her even for a short time over...lunch, needing to share his gift with her. Needing the release that only she can provide.The door opens, "fuck customers," he hurriedly zips his pants and turns to go and see if they need help. He looks towards the door and is transfixed at the vision walking through it.Mmmmm, his eyes drink in the sight of her, long dark hair framing those. ”“I’m Daffyd Williams. As you can tell from my accent, I’m Welsh and I work in Swansea. Looking forward to a week of sex. Call me David, it’s easier. Divorced IT director here for nubile wenches with a wet fanny”“Steve Young. I’m an IT engineer from Bedford. Trying to get over my divorce.”“Muhammed Khan, Live in Paddington, I gamble. Here because I had a wonderful time on my last two cruises on the Helles Belles Especially with the Belles themselves”“Welcome back Muhammed.”“Franco Garricaldi.. "Well," Tiffany continued, "I think now you're experiencing the other effects of what we've done to you. Surely you didn't think I did this to you JUST for revenge? Why do you think I waited so long? I needed to have something to test on you." My eyes widened even more, in sudden understanding. I couldn't say anything, but Tiffany answered the unvoiced question. "What did I do to you?" she smirked. "I tested a serum that makes you VERY susceptible to suggestion. You might say I hypnotized. "Beauchamp availed himself of Albert's permission, and left him, promising to call for him at a quarter before eight. On his return home, Albert expressed his wish to Franz Debray, and Morrel, to see them at the opera that evening. Then he went to see his mother, who since the events of the day before had refused to see any one, and had kept her room. He found her in bed, overwhelmed with grief at this public humiliation. The sight of Albert produced the effect which might naturally be expected.