There had been some fuss about letters of transit to allow them to leave. Strasser had been there too, looking for the same letters. Strasser had been...shot at the airport. The police were still looking for the culprit. They'd been interviewing the usual suspects but without result. Renault and Rick had left shortly afterwards. Ferrari had his own idea as to who was responsible. The rumour was that Renault and Rick had gone to Brazzaville. It looked like the rumours were right."A pleasure to. Sally said ok, and had made it a fun game of strip answers. If he got the answer right, she would have to take clothes off, if he was wrong, he would remove clothes.Note: Sally has on, a bra, panties, socks and night shirt. Scotty has on shorts, tshirt and socksSally asked first question, Scotty got it wrong, off came his shirt. The next one he got right, off came Sally's socks. Third, forth and fifth questions, Scotty answered right, off came her shirt, panties and bra. Sally's nipples. She smiled at that thought, but felt momentarily sick at herself, realising her devious thoughts, and quickly covered this give-away by replying to his question. ‘Mulled wine, you say? And some reading material? Sure, why not. But I must warn you, I am VERY sleepy,’ Celeste replied, in haughty manner, which she liked to adopt sometimes, be it for comical affect or when the circumstances required her language to converge. ‘No problemo,’ Thomas smiled reassuringly, adding the playful detail to. The time came round scarily fast for an inexperienced girl who was all but a virgin. I travelled the five hours down there by train on the Monday and booked into the hotel. I texted to tell him I was there, had a shower, put on the hotel dressing gown - and there was a knock at the door!I opened the door and there was Jon. To relieve any initial awkwardness I wound my arms round him and kissed him deeply. He responded with passion. His hnads found their way inside the dressing gown where.