I realized we were in the position I’d described to Kate and asked her to sketch. There was no posing. We were just there. She worked for about twen...y minutes and our coffee cups were empty when I realized it was morning and I needed a potty break.“Kitten,” I said. “We’re going to have to take a break. I have to use the bathroom.”“Just a minute!”She reached in her art box and pulled out a small camera and quickly clicked off half a dozen photos, moving in close to turn the camera toward each of. ..??I stood there flabbergasted! He already bloody well knew what I damnedwell wanted....!Then realising he was deliberately taking the mickey I suddenly lost mytemper completely and told him I was throwing him out now or I'd call thepolice to come round and do it for me!Suddenly he burst into hysterical tears ....!!I've never been so astonished in my life!The sight of a six-foot five giant who had been a drinking pal for yearssuddenly blubbing his heart out like a schoolgirl was nothing short. Thedoor shut satisfactorily, with no creaks or squeaks and he climbed intothe bed.Brian gently shook Angela, the soft fabric of her pajamas rustling as heput his hand on her back. That was already strange - her sleeping topswere usually fairly tight. He wondered idly if she was smaller, but itwas hard to tell in the pitch black of the room. He shook her again, alittle more vigorously. "Ang, you awake?" Yes, Brian. I am here," she said, her voice quavery and spotty.He frowned into the darkness.. I repaired as best as I could with my fingers some of my face makeup, brushed my wig with my hands and was pleased with my appearance. I, then, went outside and found Renzo patiently waiting on me.He ushered me down a passage and through a door that opened out into the courtyard where around thirty people were sitting at tables - all men except for three middle aged women, who sat on a table together.The tables were waited upon by beautiful young ladies dressed in Venetian/courtesan style.