Several men gently lifted her from the car; her feet, swathed in sheer white silk stockings befitting a noblewoman and delicately encased in Louis XIV...heeled, gleaming white kidskin lace-up oxfords, dangled limply, floating in the air. Her hands and arms in their long, creamy-white kid gloves also hung limply, the long fingers in their butter-soft white leather encasings relaxed and unmoving. The modish white summer dress rustled as the dying or dead Duchess was carried into the Konak, her. The car he'd decided on was a brand new Acura NSX with all the options. They had a few top of the line models right there and he wanted to take one for a test drive. He'd been surprised when the salesman had turned out to be a young, very sexy, sales woman. Tall, blonde, stacked and with a slight Russian accent, she was quite slick. Of course, she suggest a test drive."I'm afraid," she said with something that appeared to be genuine regret, "that the car will only seat two."Ken could tell she. You get some rest. We will feed you some good food and we can talk when you want.’ ‘Thank you, Uncle John.’ Richard fell asleep before the bedroom door closed. His next recollection was being awake with a young girl sitting beside his bed. She had a tray on her lap with a bowl of soup on a plate and a spoon beside the bowl. ‘Hello, Marie.’ ‘Papa says you must eat every drop of this soup or he will not allow you out of bed.’ ‘Can you help me? I’m afraid if I try to lift the spoon I will drop. Chartered just for you. And arrangements have been made for the plane to meet you at the same gate."Details? They weren't kidding."Splendid." I say.Rachael says to Roger, "Roger do you think that you could continue the massage? My fingers need a little break right now." I would be happy to, if that is okay with Mr. Stone?" Sounds good to me." I say.Rodger disappears for a few moments and returns wearing only a robe. I notice the curly locks of hair on his masculine and sculpted chest.Rodger.