Look- dont But Jack me. Im telling you I am seriously thinking about it the more you protest the more likely it is bloody cheek! I said nothing more, ...oping she was doing it for effect. She wasnt! After I got out of the bath that night, she told me that we were indeed going to meet Jarvis&hellip, and soon. Come on Ill let you read our messages, Mark. Weve worked out a place suitable for us both- its just working out a time and day. You can help decide that cant you? I had to admit that the. She wore a white blouse and red slacks and was holding a briefcase. The first thing that caught Robert’s attention were her eyes. She had very expressive big, golden brown eyes that smouldered with an underlying passion. Robert had always had this impression that social workers were middle aged with thick glasses and frumpy clothing. She, however, didn’t looked anything like a social worker at all. She looked more like a catalogue model. ‘Mr. Duncan, I’m Dominique Whitley. This is my name. He looked to his left, and there beside him was his friend Paul, still sleeping off the effects of last nights alcohol. George gently grabbed Paul`s arm by the wrist, lifted it up and then slid out from the bed before laying the arm back down on the mattress. George shook his body, ?Euurrghh!? he called under his breath, dreading to think how he had found himself in this position. It was then that he remembered that last night, he had been female!?Oh hell!? Thought George, as he slowly peered. "Who are you?"Two other men were there as well, and when the undertaker stepped back, they stepped forward to fill the open doorway."Kelly Michaels?" one of them asked me."Yes?" I frowned at them."We need you to come with us, please." They were large men, one white and the other black, with short hair and unhappy faces. They looked like football players, except they had suits on."Why? Where?" I wasn't moving."That'll be explained later," the black man said. "Would you come with us, please?" Can.