Dark eyes, smooth skin, and rich, auburn, shoulder-length hair, swept back from her high-forehead.She introduces herself in an accent-less, bright voi...e – a sense of confidence and fun in everything she says. Like this is all a game.“Hello ... I’m Faye Nickson ... I’m a 38-year-old sales representative from Cambridge ... And I’ve been fantasizing for years about coming to a hotel like this...” She pokes her thumb back over her shoulder toward the huge building. “ ... and having sex with a. " Quad rubbed his enormous chin. "It would take about twelve thousand denarii to get everything up and running, which would greatly benefit my family going forward." All right. Let's say you were forbidden by the gods from doing anything boring with it like dowries and home improvements ... then what? I'm looking for ideas."Quad closed his eyes for a moment before speaking. "Well ... it would get me a little more than halfway to a Gloria Wasp. I imagine selling the vineyard and bankrupting my. He was looking forward to cozying up in the well warmed cab andsleeper of his idling Mack tractor and watching a new DVD he also justpurchased. Chuck was an independent driver. He had bought his Mack acouple of years back and was doing reasonably well. His home was in RedWing, Minnesota so to speak. He was twenty seven, an Army veteran andnever married. A good combination of circumstances for an over the roadtrucker. He stashed his purchases in the cab of the tractor and decidedto do walk. The club was tucked away at the back of the trading estate and there was only one small sign to say this was anything but some obscure company's warehouse. Unless you knew it was there, you would never find it. But the large car park was quite full so obviously a lot of people DO know about it.On entering, it was apparent that the women were well known here as members and chatted to the lady at the desk like old friends. They signed me in as a guest and Rita gave her a £10 note, and then we.