Two taxis carried us and our investments from the airport to Pirates Bank to our meeting with the board.Winston Churchman was the senior board directo... and apparently the spokesman of the Pirates Bank. Sidney Blake and Oscar Dente were the other two directors who met us.‘‘We can only assume that you are here for more than investing in our bank. We stay up on the world news and have seen recent news events that seem to be focused on you a lot the last few weeks. Let’s talk about the investment. My cheeks burned with old sensations, I hadn't pleasured myself since before the accident, and why I was suddenly feeling the urge to do so now I wasn't sure. But I couldn't continue with Mark asleep beside me, still facing me, what little light there was showing me his facial features, and now telling me his eyes were still in fact open."What are you looking at?" You." Well, stop it, go to sleep Mark." Can't." Well try." I'm just not tired." Well try anyway." Jennie, can you take your shirt. Standing there was an elderly gentleman in a chauffeur's uniform. "Ms Conway?" he asked. "Yes I am. What can I do for you?" I asked. He just smiled politely and handed me an envelope. I took the envelope from him and he just said "Very Good Madam." and turned to leave.I watched him walk back toward the street where a Rolls Royce Silver Cloud was waiting. He climbed back behind the wheel and slowly droveaway. I turned my attention to the envelope I was now holding. The mere feel of it told me. “I have the same hunger. But this is too fast. I enjoyed tonight. More than you know. It was magic. Let’s go back tomorrow. See Ben again.”Nancy nodded, afraid to speak. Steve kissed her and righted her on her feet.“Goodnight, Nancy. See you tomorrow.”She watched him stroll back to his car and watched the door swing up. He turned and gave her a cheeky salute with two fingers to his brow. A gesture George would often do. She smiled at him and waved and watched him enter the car and drive off in.