I waited until she finished cleaning the mess. In the way of the English, I offered her my arm and helped her to stand. She was about 5'8", not much s...orter than me. She was pretty too. Black hair with tight curls, clear dark brown eyes set against her dark skin. She wasn't full black African though; her nose was distinctly European in shape. The name badge on her uniform read 'Thandi'."I'm sorry Sir for the mess. I've cleaned it up. I'll come back later to finish the rest of your room," her. "I'll get us something."She put down her bundle, opened a cupboard and produced a bottle and two dirty glass. She wiped the glasses out with her shawl, splashed whisky into them and handed me one. She gulped hers and I sipped mine. It was awful, raw stuff not even fit to call white lightening but probably sold as rye.She sat on her unmade, swaybacked bed and looked at me, the empty glass between her knees. She dumped the shawl behind her and fluffed out her dark hair. Her bulging breasts. Tonight though she would play the sub, it would be the first time I’d shared her so I was keen to see how she would respond. Martin and I also swapped giving and receiving and both of us took plenty of pain from each other when we wrestled. He agreed to my plan for the night and I prepared him for Wendy’s arrival. She came through the door in a fur coat. Neither of us spoke as I took off her coat to reveal her in a black lingerie outfit. I took off her black high heeled shoes so she could crawl. He'd turned off his cell because he hadn't wanted to talk to her. The sound of her voice would've caused his emotions to sweep over him and cloud his thinking. It was because of his self-imposed isolation that he was surprised when Dr. Blayloch visited him later that afternoon.Their conversation was short and to the point. Blayloch apologized and said he hadn't realized Bree was in a committed relationship. He told Zach that she'd read him the riot act after Zach had left. She'd told him in no.