The assistant Vanessa pats my back and tells me to slow downand enjoy my meal. After eating Vanessa takes the tray walks out of thedoor closing it beh...nd her, as it closes I hear two clicks and go over thedoor and pull on it only to discover it is locked. After listening at thedoor I rush over to the window and look out to see the alley below andhopefully my escape route, but as I pull on the window I discovered it isnailed shut I pull and push on it only to find it doesn't budge, but I'llwork. It was if they were just waiting for the twitch of an eyebrow, a sigh or the dab of a napkin, and there they were with whatever it was you needed — even if you hadn't realised you needed it.Breakfast was — as far as such a thing could be — a low key affair. Present were David and Julia, Liz and Josh. David was taken aback to see that Liz already knew Josh, and could detect an icy tension in the regard they had for one another. This surprised David, he thought of Josh as a soldier who would. He told me to flash him, and I did. I was facing the bar, the bar tender definitely saw, I did not notice if anyone else did. My heart was beating fast, I felt like a slut, but looking into his eyes, I didnt care his look said that I am his slut, and he wants people to know. He told me to do it again, but for longer. I did, and noticed our waitress saw me as she was bringing over our check. She was a cute brunette about my size, with bright blue eyes and a big, round ass for her frame. I was. Some women, and even some of the men, had the backs of their hands kissed. It was all pretty subtle, but to me it was bizarre. It was amazing how conversations carried on right through it all. It was almost like a ritual.The ritual involved a lot of touching. Just hand to hand, lips to hand, or lips to cheek. Nothing amorous. It was all tasteful. But as the Salon filled with new arrivals, it became almost constant. As I was contemplating all of this, Chantelle slipped her arm into mine and spun.