Later that evening my wife 'Raquel' ran the idea and plan bye me. I totally disagreed with the hole thing. Raquel out on the town late at night with a...rich french executive did not sit right with me. So Raquel came up with the idea that could be there. I would be the limousine driver for them, but I could not say that I was the husband no matter what happens. With that idea it sounded alright.Saturday night came around and I got the limo ready. Raquel visited the spa and had her hair,. Chuckie sounded enraged, “You stupid bitch, what the fuck do you mean you don't know where they are. I told you to keep them safe.” This was followed by the sound of a hard slap, and then another. He then continued with his harangue. "You don't want me to send Bobo in here, He'll be harder than me." I knew the layout of the house and could hear that the argument was coming from Hazel's bedroom. Chuckie's shouting covered any noise I made as I looked for Bobo, and as I expected, saw him peering. She was carryingtwo wigs of mine."What do you think Emily, blonde or brunette?" she asked."Oh, definitely blonde. They do have more fun and we want him to havefun don't we?" Emily replied."Fine by me." She replied and gave Emily my blonde wig. It wasstraight, about should length with highlights. Emily placed it onto myhead and brushed it into place."There," Emily said. "Fantastic, even if I do say so myself. You lookabsolutely perfect. Don't you think, Hannah?" Oh yes, that really does. ”Seconds later, a more familiar voice came on, “You called then, your name’s Jenny, my secretary tells me. I did hope you would, I was a little worried that I might have pushed you a little too quickly on the bus, did I?”“No, you didn’t. I know I was nervous, but I’ve been dreaming about you for ages.”“And what do you dream about me, Jenny, please don’t be shy with me, I think we can say that we’ve passed that point, don’t you?”But I did feel shy, I’ve never spoken to anyone about this sort of.