’ ‘That’s a nasty-looking red mark on your neck,’ she said, leaning forward a little and peering over the rims of her glasses. ‘Oh yes, it�...s an, um, insect bite.’ ‘An insect bite? In November? How unfortunate.’ David swallowed and anxiously tugged at the collar of his pale blue shirt as she stared. ‘You know it looks more like a love-bite. Why don’t you unbutton your shirt so we can make sure?’ ‘Excuse me?’ ‘I think you heard me, Mr Lean. Unbutton your shirt,’ she repeated sternly, as if she. Over croissants, apricot conserve and coffee, we talked about the rape. Alan, distractedly looked at the drawings as we chatted, and I told him all about the questions that the police had asked about building sites and sand. Then suddenly, his face changed and he stared intently at the pictures. The change in him was so marked that I said,"What is it Alan, what's wrong?" he glanced up at me, a strange look in his eyes."Did you say building sites?" He looked back at the drawings."Er, yes. They. .. I can come down to your place in about 15 minutes if that is suitable?"We agreed that was suitable, and I watched her walk back down my pathway - observing her trim shapely ass. I headed inside to the monitor room and checked her house's monitors - they were blacked out.I consulted the plans for her house and found that the main control unit was mounted in the walk-in robe. I found that there were cameras in the main bedroom and ensuite ... in addition to the legitimate home automation. ." But what, dear?" I remembered the conversation we'd had just before I had fallen asleep the night before. "Oh, you mean the spell? I don't think it worked. Just as I suspected." I answered a little smugly."Oh well, I tried," Wendy sighed. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.I followed her example. We sat silently for a few moments, trying to wake up."Why don't you get into the shower first honey, while I go fix some coffee," Wendy finally suggested, yawning. It was.