At the appointed time, Harwell's Stanley Countryman – a vehicle more suited to rural lanes than the bustle of London streets – pulled up outside. ...wo of Harwell's staff were sitting in the front and the driver immediately got down and helped out one passenger. It was a woman, Estelle I assumed, dressed in a long cape and a wide-brimmed hat. While she stood on the pavement, the two men went to the back of the car and lifted down a large trunk.The group approached the front door, one of the men. "Just say it." Marcus told her. "I'm not very good at picking up on hints. I won't be upset — I owe you some sort of explanation for all that." It's just... there was a girl at school that used to... cut herself. She said she was... it wasn't about hurting herself, she was just looking to control what was happening, something that she could sort of... guarantee?" I don't do that." He observed, settling down into one of the seats. It was only then that Elspeth realised he didn't have a coat on,. She looked down at the assortment like she was making a plan in her mind. I watched as she brought over another tie of mine."Here," she said as she handed it to me. "Put this on as a blindfold and make sure she can't see anything."I took the tie and, as Maple raised her head willingly, I tied it around her head, covering her eyes. As Maple laid her head back down, I checked to be sure she could not see. "All set," I told Red when I was satisfied she was ready."Good," she replied, "this is going. Her makeup was flawless and dramatic and colorful. Katie bet she knew next to nothing about wine and only served on weekends for the tips. But somehow her lack of wine knowledge didn’t lessen the any of her sex appeal. She knew better than to compete with the likes of those girls. The waitress’s cleavage spilled over her shirt and into Lucas’s face. Katie looked down at her situation and knew her own boobs would never be up for the challenge. What did that matter anyway? She wasn’t trying to.