I froze in the doorway, expecting him to turn and notice me at any second and for us to share the most mortifyingly awkward moment of our lives. But h... didn’t. The room was silent apart from the dull inaudible hiss from the headphones that he wore. His laptop rested on the bed to his righthand side, while the screen showed two men. A young fair-headed guy, whom I observed very much resembled Tom, both in stature and appearance, was kneeling on the floor with his hands tied behind his back. An. They were sitting on the edge of the pool, in obvious ecstasy from the oral attentions of two young men in the water below them.By now, both George and Jan were sporting erections, helped by the little blue pills that they had taken about an hour earlier. Margrethe took George's hand and placed it between her legs. "Feel how wet I am getting, George," she murmured seductively, "just right for your lovely thick penis, which will be sliding into my vagina very very soon. I have been so hot for. But greeting it, Carlo was hushed, for the angel told him she was, indeed, not an angel, but rather a nun from the nearby convent; she explaining further that the wings were those of her habit; she having been perhaps the lightest ever to wear the habit, it was found that a stiff wind could render her airborne, but she had not fully mastered the art of flight and sometimes was forced to land whither she could, rather than whither she would.Carlo heard her words, and understood, but still. ” “Why would I be angry?” asked Dave taking a mouthful of his drink.“Because I’ve booked a call-girl.”Dave choked spraying wine across the kitchen. “You’ve what?”Hattie drew a deep breath. “I’ve booked a call-girl. For us.”“That’s what I thought you said.” Dave gasped. “Why? When?”“She’s coming tonight, soon actually. Oh my goodness, look at the time! Do I look alright? Is the house ok? I’ve been cleaning up for hours and…”“Yes, I know, I’ll clean up the wine… Hattie, slow down. Tonight?”Hattie.