His other hand came up and picked the hair free from the blood and let her know ‘You’ll live, no brain damage’ in a voice that seemed to have be...n rejected from every bad beach movie ever. He not only looked like the classic beach bum hippy, but talked like one too. ‘Lynchburg …’ he muttered the word like a curse as he looked back over his shoulder towards the water. Kicking out in annoyance with his foot, he sat himself in the sand next to her and stared into her eyes. Julia lay there for a. What do you say, Richards? Think your wife would make a good director or writer?"Charles shook Ford's hand. "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Ford. I think my wife would be excellent at whatever she did ... she's certainly excellent at everything she does for me!" He paused and kissed at Diana and she grinned sexily. He turned back to Ford. "And I shouldn't have to talk Diana into anything. She's free to make up her own mind about what she wants to do with her life. As long as I'm a part of her. "Welcome Fred i am so glad you decided to accept your winning ticket to a weekend getaway with us!" Uhh, yeah thanks." You mumble as you struggle to shift your heavy frame out the car. Still not fully trusting your eyes, the concierge quickly opens your boot and takes your bags out, hanging them immediately to another staffer hovering nearby.Unable to trust yourself to speak anything coherent you mumble a thanks and wander into the lobby.. only to be greeted by a large (and unnerving) smile. Allora sighed tiredly, every time she tried to ask someone to help her up to her room, they were either interrupted, or they had to go take care of something. She knew there needed to be changes to Montcliff and she had no problem with most of it, what she was having a problem with was how the men seemed to have taken over the task of redesigning her home, she wanted a bigger better kitchen for Liz, servants quarters where each room had a window to let in fresh air especially on warm days..