I drove slowly to give me more time to check with Donna whether she'd blabbed to anyone else about my marathon running session, or whether she would b...ab when we got to the club today.A very anguished Donna promised me earnestly that she'd learned her lesson, including "I'll NEVER do that." You mean, you'd never do it AGAIN?"By the time we got to the Club, Donna was very subdued. I'd given her a hard time because I wanted to be as sure as I could that if I heard any blabbed talk, then it. She smiled to herself, thinking about Chris, and last night. It might be coincidence that an active imagination made for a good photographer and a good lover, but she doubted it. In the three months since Knebworth, he'd shown that imagination many times, and Marianne was more than happy with the results!She turned over and looked at him, sleeping solidly beside her in the warm morning light filtered through the curtains. Chris wasn't good looking enough to be a model himself, nor did he take. ‘Who the hell is calling me so damn early?!’ I growl to myself, as I roll over, not even looking at the screen and answer. “Who’s dead, or dying? This best be important.” “Good morning to you to, Sunshine.” I hear him chuckle, I can almost see his smile. I bolt right up and look at the time. Its 8:30 in the morning and Mr. Hottie is giving me a wake-up call. I can’t help but smile. “Well, good morning to you, Harris.” “Are we not a morning person?” He sounds so cheeky, I want to slap him. I. Lee, in particular, knew on a new ship, Kyle always wooed the chick with the biggest boobs he could find.Kyle looked at Lee and then looked back at Debora. “The fact that Lee approves of you also put you high in my esteem. My little sister happens to be a good judge of character, except for me.”“Why the hell she has put up with all my shit over the last couple of years, I can only put down to a sister’s tolerance.” He knew Debora wouldn’t be happy with him bringing Lee into this, but she had to.