His pleasant greeting was greeted by a turned up nose and a sniff of disdain. Mandy was intent on pretending last night had never happened."Sleep well..." he asked, slightly chastened."That is certainly none of your business, MISTER Steel," she said, contempt lacing every word."What's with you?" If I want to converse with you, which I doubt, I'll let you know." She sniffed, walking away. He glared after her in confusion.Mandy tromped off into the bushes, her hands deep in the pockets of her knee. " Maldea's dark eyes smiled.Minutes later Jeff was asleep, cosseted in Maldea's soft arms. The TV increased in volume as a new girl band was introduced with much razzamatazz. Maldea reached for the remote to turn down the sound, but unused it fell from her hand."The newest phenomenon from the old world to take America by storm - I give you 'LES BITCHES' - extreme!"Maldea watched in awe as the seven leather clad beauties burst into their opening number. The costumes showed more than nakedness. Come on in and sit here,’ I said, pulling a chair away from my desk and offering it to her. She came into my room and sat down in the chair I’d pulled out for her. As she took a seat, she looked over at the synthesis modules stacked on top of one another with different colored patch cords connecting each of them, looking like a sort of psychedelic spaghetti. Then she smiled and asked, ‘What is that thing?’ ‘It’s called a modular synthesizer’ I replied excitedly. ‘What are those two little ones. A kind of nondescript boutique hotel, not a small family run one, no. One that was serviced by maybe 30 employees, very very modest and also one that may have had its hay day during the fabulous renaissance of Italy. The girl, she reminded me of a more regal time. She was proud of her family hotel and she had every right to be, I was proud that she sat beside me to indulge in conversation, a conversation I knew all to well. The one of lustful sex. I decided then and there, this regal girl, I.