.Perfect. My hunger winning over my arousal, I hurriedly went out to buy a few bacon egg and cheese sandwiches, coffee, and returned to my hotel room....s soon as the door closed behind me I dropped my bags of food on the bed. I immediately got my razor and new blades, striped all my clothes, and took a well needed shower. I carefully shaved my privates as best as I could reach, saving my pleasure until after I ate..I exited the bathroom half dry..not wet per say, but damp..The room was warm, so. Worse it made it look like he was doing all thisvoluntarily.When all the documents were signed and witnessed where necessary, Paulwas instructed in how to be a receptionist. Later when they got reallybusy he would assist the other stylist in shampooing or acting as goferwhen ever called upon. In addition, he would be Mr. Henri's personalassistant.The first two days were routine as Paul spent most of his time takingor changing appointments, but on the third things got a little weird.Just as they. There were also sun loungers and four poster sunbeds that had curtained sides for those intimate times that some might want. The large twenty seat hot tub was also a prominent feature in this area.We had given the quick tour of the rooms so the guests could drop of their bags. We showed them the clubhouse so they knew where food would be served and all the amenities accessed. It was still only 10.30, and as they hadn’t had the chance to catch breakfast, Jane and I went to prepare some egg. June was flitting away. What green was left, would soon be uniform yellow ochre, variations only caused by the action of the hot sierra winds that blew the grass this way and that. The fields he had known since he was old enough to notice had not changed, nothing was different. Even the smell of the fertile earth was the same as his memory recalled.Clarity of this familiar landscape, felt somehow, foreign amongst all hazy memories of his recent past. Jake knew his name, knew this road, these.