I didn't mean for there to be, but more than one thing is impossible to control, as it turns out. I went whole hog. "Danni and ... who else?" I tried ...o make it sound like I was all innocent and stuff.Her rubbing slowed way down, but didn't stop. She stared into my eyes. She was not ashamed, and that made me feel like I was going to catch fire any second."Asshole," she whispered. "You know."Then, suddenly, it was very serious."What are we going to do, Tut?"I knew what I wanted to do, but I also. ."And so the rest of the first week continued as such. The flyingquickly became second nature...and I quickly was able to separate theemotions of what I would be experiencing at night, from my dailyroutine. When I was in the air, I was wholly focused on smiling andproviding excellent service. It was a different kind of satisfactionfrom that which I received at night, but just as fulfilling. And Ijust loved meeting the other girls! We were all so pretty, so nice,so helpful to each other. . ........................................................................................The remainder of the journey was uneventful. Cathy remained snuggled against her lover until the Eurostar train pulled into a bustling Gare du Norde station, shortly before the evening rush hour. Not wanting to face a crush on the Metro, they grabbed a taxi, after first buying some chocolate pastries from a concession on the station concourse.The Hotel Balmoral lived up to their expectations in every. It helped a little. When she was done she got out and noticed “no towels!” Someone had put them all in the laundry and not replaced them. Now what? “I guess I’ll have to make a run for it to my room. I hope Dad is still downstairs,” she thought to herself. She opened the door and started to bolt – right into her father. “Phoebe! What the hell are you doing running around naked?” he asked in a loud tone. “Sorry daddy, we don’t have any towels in the bathroom.” Looking at his daughter who will be.