” Brandi couldn’t stop thinking about her trip to South America with her mom and dad, when she was sixteen, and particularly about Alessandro, her...Dad’s relative’s stepson.“Cousin?”“Yeah, well, sort of. He’s a God—at lease he would be if he wasn’t such a Bad Boy. I wanted to fuck him more than anything. If only he could have been my first instead of stupid Clint Fengler.”“You’re such a slut. Clint’s a pig.”“Yeah, I know, but… He’s coming over now.”“Clint?” Candi asked with horror.“No,. ‘Yes?’ Abby encouraged him to say his piece. ‘I can just do a tidy up job if you want. Check the roof, point and paint. Funnily enough it hasn’t been listed, I can’t understand why, but it hasn’t.’ Abby also thought that strange.. ‘Do you still have the photograph from Mr. Brasher?’ ‘No, the heritage people have it, but I can get it back. Why?’ ‘I wanted to check if the barge boards were carved like the station.’ ‘I can answer that. Yes they were. If you are going to ask me to replicate those. There was a time, maybe forty years ago, when I would have let a man likethis take me to bed. He would need to prove his ardor with some giftsand a meal, but if he had done it that day, I would have let him take hismoment of joy. But it would only be a moment - one that he wouldremember for the rest of his life. When I was in my twenties, I wouldhave done that.Probably in my forties too. He was very good-looking. Maybe even myfifties. God, even now.Watching this unfold before my eyes was. Yes, it rather turned me on. Yes, he was older, probably about my own dad's age but he was handsome and trim. A few minutes later, the desk phone rang and it was Mister Weber, "Oh, is this Kelly? Yes, my dear, would you have some sharpened pencils and a couple of writing pads sent up to my room? Oh, and also an extra key. I might need it. Thank you, my dear, I'm most indebted to you, Kelly. Thank you, my dear. Oh, you need my room number, don't you?" "No, it's 406, how could I forget your room.