"Come in, we need to clear the air," she announced, "Come in, sit down." Madam." he replied."For my part, I must apologise," she said awkwardly, "I re...lly thought, that, you know, you liked boys, not girls, I wanted to torment you, it was unforgivable." No, the offence was mine Madam," Carson insisted, "You shall have my resignation." "I think not Carson, you're a damned good butler I'm damned if I'm losing you over a silly misunderstanding," she said, "But what got into you." The truth Madam?". He never said anything and I didn’t either.“Right let’s see if that has solved the problem. Damn, no it hasn’t, it must be underneath, and at my age and with my belly I can’t get under there very easily.”“Let me do it Mr Rogers, just tell me what to do and I will do it for you”Mr Rogers explained where to go under the board and what to look for. He said that if everything seemed ok then it must be an led that had blown and he would have to do some soldering. I got down on my knees and started. This was out and out torture (though she made no attempt to run away;that would have spoiled all the fun). The skirt remained poised at hershoulders, waving from side to side like a can-can dancer's petticoats.Chuckling under his breath, Brad continued spidering his fingers aroundher tummy, ignoring her shrieks and pleas. Stamping her little feet,Angie whipped her head from side to side, golden ringlets swishingaround her face."Bradley! Stop! Don't! It TICKLES! Noooo!"The torture went on for. Following his earlier instructions, Monica had made arrangements for the ‘code-word’ check-in which eliminated him even having to show identification or a credit card to obtain a room key. He was completely anonymous to the hotel staff and would remain that way. Sean took the time to relieve himself in the suite’s bathroom, and then brushed his teeth before removing his shoes and falling fully clothed onto the king-sized bed in the room. He set his cell phone alarm to awaken him at 6AM. Sleep.