I would even continue admiring the view as I was talking to her.The time that I glanced to her pretty eyes, then to her pretty chest, and back and for...h a few times, she reacted by saying she had to go to the bathroom. When she came back, those sweet young pillows were even more exposed. Then when she put her arm on the table and leaned forward there were dark red nipples playing peek-a-boo with me, poking down just under the edge of her shirt.At that moment I did need to stop myself from. Suzannah Weston kept me waiting outside her office, where I chatted to her PA, a well preserved woman in her 50's by the name of Vera. Eventually I was summoned into 'The Presence'. She didn't glance up or acknowledge my entrance but continued reading a document on her desk."Good morning, Miz Weston. Shall I come back when you are not so busy?"I can be sarky when it suits.She flushed, probably with anger rather than with embarrassment."Mister Desmond, I'm afraid your work is not up to standard,. I’d like to look for a place in town here or at least nearby where I can see you often. I will walk away if you think that is what’s best. I’ve abrogated my right to make decisions for you. They’re putting me up in a hotel here for the next couple of weeks while I look around for lodgings. I was ... I was thinking I could take you to dinner tonight but I can see that you have other plans. Perhaps we can meet for lunch tomorrow? Molly, of course, you’re invited – as are the rest of you.”“Why. After several friendly butuninteresting responses there was a response from Master asking a fewgeneral questions about his age, fantasies and what he was hoping to getout of hypnosis. Tim answered them carefully and answered that lastquestion in greater detail. It was then that Master suggested they trysome sessions over an instant messenger program. Tim quickly agreed. Hefigured that he had nothing to lose.That Friday night Tim sat down at his computer and connected with Master.A window popped.