I managed about twenty percent of the talking and Vicki managed about twenty percent of the wine. She wasn’t much of a red wine drinker but she did ...njoy a nice Beaujolais Cru. The wine helped me sleep that night.I dreamt of Fliss, once again I awakening to the ring of the telephone. I grabbed it quickly and found myself really disappointed when it was Steve, Amy’s husband, asking me if I fancied going to Alton Towers with them for the day. I didn’t and told him so, knowing that there would be. She picked a long blondehair from her skirt and flicked it away. She walked to the door and knocked. “Come in,” said,John. She walked in and said,, “Reporting for nursingduty, Sir.” He liked that. “I would like you to meetJay.” “Hello Jay. I am John’s wet nurse.” Jay said,hello while inspecting her breasts with his eyes. John stood up and walked her into the living room andthey sat on the couch. He slowly began to unbutton herblouse. She. Rooms were engaged, and the night passed, briefly to Phileas Fogg, who slept profoundly, but very long to Aouda and the others, whose agitation did not permit them to rest.The next day was the 12th of December. From seven in the morning of the 12th to a quarter before nine in the evening of the 21st there were nine days, thirteen hours, and forty-five minutes. If Phileas Fogg had left in the China, one of the fastest steamers on the Atlantic, he would have reached Liverpool, and then London,. Before Miss Proctor could say anything David said, "Hello,again,after you left we sat and talked and suddenly realised what you meant,we would like to apologise for any upset we have caused and would like to make it up to you,Gill here could clean for you and I could perhaps do some painting around your house?" Come in and close the door," Miss Proctor said standing up .David closed the door and for a few awkward moments Gillian and David stood in the center of the room looking at Miss Proctor.