She is on her way to find Brett Conyers to remind him of the staff meeting at eight-thirty in Kimber Carlyle's office. Sara is the secretary and gofer...for Susan Wellers, Kimber's office manager. Sara catches sight of Brett and yells at him, "Brett, don't forget, Kimber's office at eight-thirty." Brett smiles and walks back to meet her. He drapes an arm around her shoulder, "Hey good lookin' thanks for the heads up. Let's go in my office and make out for awhile." Sara shrugs his arm off, "No way. “I thought you were asleep.” “I can’t sleep,” I stated as he threw back the duvet and began to rise from his bed. “How could I just go to sleep after you... No, don’t touch me, Jake!” I wrapped my arms defensively, tightly round my chest and lowered my face as he came closer, apparently intending to hug me. “Okay, I understand,” he said, coming to a halt a few feet away from my trembling body. “I won’t touch you, I promise.” There was an emotion-charged pause. “Why, Jake? Why did you kiss me. Sarah, rather indecorously, climbed between the front seats and joined him. After some settling, he held her in his arms against his chest."Not the most comfortable place." Sshh—it's lovely!" she said, holding a finger against his lips, "—Now don't talk any more." They stayed like that until Alan looked at his watch and said:"I really do need to get you home—Kevin will be wondering where you are." I expect he's asleep by now—but I suppose I ought to go."When they got to the flats where Sarah. The other was tall and slender, with pale skin and flowing blond hair. She walked with undulations, like a giraffe. Wordlessly, they advanced on Brenda, took hold of her wrists and, before she could think of how to resist, they separated the wrist cuffs and clipped them to the frame above Brenda's head. Her elbows were bent, her upper arms straight out from her shoulders, a posture which Brenda was sure emphasized her breasts. While the tall one watched, the short one ran her finger tips.