" No, of course not; but I couldn't leave you for ten days after the trauma you faced. As you will see, I had to tidy up some loose ends before being ...ble to join you here."(Jeanne translated the story as it unfolded to her daughter)"So how have you been able to come now?" Stephen asked."It is a bit of a long story, but I will go through it slowly. Firstly, I am on holiday as you are. I have been in daily contact with Jeanne to make sure you were OK. Jeanne invited me to come and stay."I also. Perhaps I should start looking into the mother roles,” she said wryly.“What are you saying, Anita? You look wonderful.”“I am 44 years old. I may look like 35 to the gullible, but I do not look like twenty anymore. I plan to retire.”Harriet, Lucy and Moira Palmer gasped as one.“Really,” Anita continued calmly. “I spoke with the principals of the Drury Lane. I will have my final curtain on January 16. That will be my twenty-fifth stage anniversary. I am tired of pretending to be somebody else. I. I looked up at her as I was coming up the stairs and she unhooked her bra and moved up to begin kissing again. She turned me around and basically tackled me onto one of the pool chairs. She broke our kiss once again and dragged down my boxers, finally relieving my 6inch cock. She got on her knees and looked up at me smiling as she began to slowly stroke it. I was in heaven, so many things were flowing through my mind, just when I thought I couldn’t feel any better she took the head into her. " said the man whohad remained in front of me. His hand appeared below my face and hisfingers clutched a little brown glass bottle. I could smell a strangesickly-sweet smell from the clear colourless liquid inside it and wasutterly terrified. I hadn't the faintest idea what it was, but it wasobviously some kind of drug - a sex-drug - and I was petrified of whatthey would do to me while I was under its influence. Perhaps it wouldmake me pass out, or even worse: perhaps it would make me too.