First, check and see if we have facsimile numbers for our major banks. We do have a fax machine, don't we?"She shook her head and smiled. "I don't thi...k they were in general use when Mr. Murphy left, and nothing much has changed since." Call Kevin right now. He can have one delivered along with the computers today. We do have a spare phone outlet, don't we?" Again she shook her head. "What's Kevin's extension?"She told him and he dialed the number. Kevin answered. "Kevin, this is Cliff. ’ He smiled apologetically and then, asking me to – ‘Please stay there for just a minute.’ – walked quickly away. I didn’t know what he was up to but did as he had asked and sure enough, in only a minute or two he was back. ‘The manager understands the inconvenience you have been caused and would like to know if you would like coffee and a brandy, or perhaps a liqueur, brought up to your room?’ On the surface it sounded like the sort of thing you hope a good hotel would do, good public. ‘It’s ready, dreamer.’ ‘Thanks Rob. Bowls, yeah?’ ‘Yeah, think that would be best. Want to watch the news, Melinda?’ ‘It’s finished already. Here you go.’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘You want to pay attention, and not call me a dreamer.’ ‘Sorry Mel. Sit down, and I’ll bring it in. Take the forks.’ ‘Deal.’ Okay, one more thing. He’s… well… decorative. Tall, strong. Not much of a chest, but stunning arms. Must be the guitar, I guess. Rugged smile, deep eyes. Alright? ‘You want a beer?’ he called to me from the. He then pulled out several ropes form the bag and went about binding my wrists behind my back. He then undid by bra and removed it, which was strange because he had never removed it completely before. Then with another rope he wrapped it around my chest and forearms pulling tight making sure that the ropes around my chest went above and below my breast area. Next he took another rope and worked that behind my back and around the rope that he had put around my arms and chest. Each time he would.