? She finally slowed down and confidently tooka breather, giving me a chance to take stock. What thehell, I thought.? Do I know thiswoman?? What is th... purpose here?? Before I finished the questions in my mindshe was lifting me up to my feet.? Ishakily stood, very unstable and about to fall back to the floor when shegrabbed the rope around my waist, bent down and threw me over her shoulder.? She hauled me upstairs to my bedroom and slungme onto the bed.? As a typical male, Iguess one thought. Emma laughed. “No, no. You’re the first man I’ve brought home. Actually, I don’t think ever let a boy into my room before. You know high school boys. They’re so into car sex and going to an apartment and stuff,” she said grimacing. Emma clicked the lights on and sat down on her bed, letting Jack look around, taking in not only the full size bed in her room, but also the neat desk, a bookshelf filled to the brim with books, and a comfy sofa chair with a book resting on one arm. But Jack had. I was tempted to say something to Karen, but decided that might annoy her so I left it.The following evening we'd been out to a restaurant for a meal and when we got back to the hotel Karen suggested a walk round one of the lakes. It was still very warm, the moon was out and the subdued lighting by the side of the path added to the romantic ambiance. I knew that half way round the lake there was a stone shelter done in a mock classical style and my plan was to pause there and see if Karen was. "Here you go," she said, handing him a cup. As he took a sip she took a plate of small flakey pastries from the tray. "Here, try one of these – real mille-feuille, I got them at a little pâtisserie on Saint Denis." She took one and nibbled at it delicately as she offered the plate to him."Good," he said. "Nice." He took care not to drop any crumbs on his lap or the couch. He looked towards the books on the table across the room. "So, were you studying or something?" he asked."Yeah," Anita said,.