”“Yes, sir,” Rachel replied, peeling off her jacket and draping it over the back of a folding chair. She quickly turned to Lori. “How do I kno... which room Justin is in?”“Oh, just down the hall a bit there are two doors with stars on them. You’ll know which one is his.”“Uh, okay.” Rachel turned on her heel and left the studio. She quickly found the two doors with stars on them, one with a picture of a bull on it, the other of a pussycat. It wasn’t hard to figure out. She tapped gently on the. ..and the women at her diamond." Everyone got a good laugh out of that, except for me. I continued to stand there quietly surprised at what I was hearing."What you need though...is a different pair of earrings," s*s said. "Here, take these." She reached up and began undoing the one's she was wearing. I noticed as she did, that they too were diamonds."Oh s*s! Are you sure? Really? You'll let me borrow them for this evening?" Mom questioned excitedly."Sure...and as far as I'm concerned, you can. I'm apathetic about Valentine’s Day, but I wondered if the ‘K’ in question was my friend Kate, and she was throwing a party.I opened the message and quickly realised this was definitely not Kate's handiwork. The email was headed with an image of a Venetian mask, below which was the question ‘Be our Valentine?’ followed by a date, time and location, given simply as ‘central London mansion'. I kept reading down the page, taking in the ‘seductive’ dress code, and the requirement to wear masks to. I'm a sort of paralegal technical writer. You know those bits of paper filled with small print that come with drugs? I write those. Of course the only people who ever read them are lawyers and occasionally a research chemist for a competing firm. Otherwise they just go straight in the trash. There aren't many jobs for someone with my qualifications in our area but there are even fewer who can fill the ones that come up. A friend of a Facebook friend told me about an opportunity and a few days.