" Fine."Jenny handed him his change and went and wrote their booking in the diary."We hardly know ourselves," she said turning back to them with a smi...e. "Eight for dinner on our first day and it's only half past twelve. Are you ready for another, Fred?"Fred pushed his glass forward without a word and she replenished it. Fred nodded his thanks. The Everleighs grinned."So, tell us about yourselves," Lady Everleigh asked. "Where have you come from?" Well, James left school after his 'O' Levels.. Finally it was almost done. There was a clothing rack for cute outfits, lingerie, bikinis and shoes for Jennifer. And there was a cabinet where sex toys could be stored out of sight from Jennifer, so she did not know what to expect. There was a bed with hooks for restraints. There was an x-shaped rack with special flooring where Jennifer could be secured with restraints and her entire body could be coated with baby oil. But the centerpiece of the room was a padded, bench-like piece of furniture. Katrin was having troubles with her dress but she insisted on solving it on her own, as I layed there watching Katrin undress, Caroline went to the bathroom.The next thing I knew, Katrin dropped her dress to the ground, apparently she had no bra or panties underneath it cause she was now standing, fully nude infront of me, giving me a sensual smile as she asked "do you like what you see, babe?". My mouth had gone dry, I had no voice to answer with so I simply nodded to answer her question, she. In case you have reached the wrong conclusion, I’m really not bitter about that particular turn of events, believe me. As I said before, I write crime novels, not the type with a bullet-proof action hero who drives a fast car, romances a bevy of similarly fast women, gets beaten up and shot at, only to emerge unscathed at the end with the crooks under arrest and a beautiful woman in his bed. The hero of my more popular series is a flawed character who is at odds with authority, whose marriage.