Settling back into the seat, my mind wandered back over the events of the evening. A blind date, set up by friends at work. Cocktails and dancing- his...idea. I wore my favourite Chanel little black dress, my new Louboutin patent pumps and a simple choker at my neck. The evening had started well, he was polite, chatty, good looking, attentively listening to my answers as we went through that 'getting to know you' phase. It continued to go well until his fourth cocktail within the hour, and his. ’ Angel felt her breath catch. ‘Scaring?’ The doctor sighed, ‘Yes there will be a good deal of scaring on his legs and lower torso.’ He put his hand on the file folder in front of him, ‘If you want I can show you what damage has been done and you can help us determine the best course of action.’ ‘I don’t want to make any of these choices. I still don’t understand why I am next of kin. All we are is friends.’ Her eyes remained misted with the unshed tears. The doctor pushed back from his desk. Dan, was a regional Manager for one of the High Street banks who came into town from time to time on inspection visits. Quite by accident he had become Ali’s only male client at the Spa and, following their unexpected, but welcome, sexual encounter, he had become somewhat obsessed with her. Dan was now 46 years old, good looking and in decent shape, which, with his seemingly natural wit, was a boon to his womanizing ways. Ali, however, was special. Rather than he being the one who seduced her. As part of this she would from time to time entertain important clients and other men at Mr. Darriens direction. "Is this what you brought me here to do?" Barb blurted out. "No" answered Ann. "I was just letting you know a little about myself. Let get changed and go down by the pool for lunch." With that Ann got up and went into one of the bathrooms. She returned with two matching bikinis. One in silver and one in gold. Holding them up, Barb could see they were more substantial than the ones.