The Kitchenette is off the front room to the right.’ I stood immediately keen to make him happy. I felt as though I were in a kind of dream. I knew ... was not thinking straight but I did not care. I was swept away by something. Something larger than me that still seemed to come from within me. It was strange and familiar at the same time. I went down the green corridor to the front room. His secretary had left and we were the only one’s there now. I moved into the kitchenette which was painted. Three of the dresses required Laura to leave her bra on the bed when modeling for Dan. There was one overarching theme of style; the dramatic presentation of Laura as an elegant sensual woman. Both agreed that the star dress was a bright red halter style that draped to mid calf. The bodice had a deep plunging neckline. A panel covered the middle of each beast, flanked by sheer nylon on either side covering but highlighting the curves of Laura’s breasts. The dress fastened in front with a line. I know... I know... You are going to ask me if I had a nice weekend...", I sighed. He laughed hard. "Can you read minds now as well?", he said. "No it seems that all entrepreneurs in the village go to André's club in their spare time.", I said and we all laughed loudly. "We work for André in his security team at the weekend", the other cop said. "Nice!", I replied. "And now you're going to ask me if I'm going back there again next Saturday...", I said, with a dirty grin. "You will have to take. Then she got out the cocktail sauce while I chilled the shrimp that I had just steamed. In no time at all we had four very full shrimp cocktails prepared and sitting in the refrigerator.I called the girls in and told them to wash up for dinner. By the time they had come to the table I had steamed the lobster and grilled the steaks to perfection. Cynthia had the butter melted and in small bowls. Together we served the girls then ourselves. The girls could not finish their meals. I expected that.