““Well it does,” she responded. “That night I went back to my rooms and had a bath and Mark was waiting for me in bed. He had no idea that I h...d been fucked and he went down on me and told me that I tasted so good.”Alan laughed.“Sometimes it’s best that they don’t know,” Trish told him. “Apart from the fact that it would have upset him, I got quite a kick out it thinking about Bradley fucking me while he was going down on me.”“I... I would sooner know the truth.” Alan told her.Trish stepped. Later that night in his room he thought about her as he never had before. He reflected on his feelings and wondered what they could possibly mean. Sure he looked forward to their sessions more and more each day and sometimes when they talked, he felt as if he could tell her anything. She seemed so different from any of the other women that he had ever known. She certainly didn’t look like the women that he was use to, for she was certainly no beauty, but she attractive, and her calm serene. 'They finished eating. She emptied the bottle in their large wine glasses - she had 'accidentally' picked huge Burgundy bowls - and fetched the second bottle in the fridge. "Let's move to the sofa," she said. He smiled and complied. They sat at opposite ends of the sofa, she with her legs pulled up under her. Their talk about all kinds of everyday things flowed freely. So did the wine.She excused herself to the bathroom. The last pad was unsoiled; she discarded it. When she came back she. Leave those headaches to Karl and do what you do best, creating fabulous one-of-a-kind pieces.’ ‘You are sweet, Alexander,’ she said, smiling. ‘So that is solved then.’ Rachel did not look pleased, but he did not pursue it further. Monique would likely tell him what that was all about tomorrow. The talk turned to a general discussion of fall fashions in Milan and Nice and once Michelle joined them a few minutes later, the four ladies started talking earnestly about what would and would not sell.