"Well then go ahead and take it off. I don't mind."As has been stated before, but bears repeating here, Layla was the kind of person who sometimes mad... decisions on a hunch. Or maybe she just went with the flow of whatever she was feeling. The pragmatic side of her didn't do a lot of soul searching when she felt like she wanted something. Of course it was more complicated than that. If she wanted something, and could afford it, she got it. If she couldn't afford it, she spent a little time. I sat sullenly drinking my drink, contemplating that it seemed no one here cared for me. Sarah sat down and looked around. “Greg where were you?” she asked with genuine concern. Now I had to be wise about this. I could lie and avoid embarrassment or I could tell her the truth. I decided a lie would be better so I told her I had to take a phone call from a friend going through a break up. She accepted this and I got more involved in the group. She stayed by my side most of the night as the group. "No!" insisted Martin. He wasn't over-ridden this time."Aw. You want to see a trick I know then?" Sure." Maureen was normally a little hard to get on with. Whatever she had been indulging in to make a difference, the two watching youths were not about to stop her."Well one of you hold these." Elena removed the panties she had stolen from the real Maureen. Unclaimed, they would provide more proof.Martin might have been concerned things had gone way too far but in addition to now being drunk, his. I still think it's in your genes."We arrived at our rooms and I invited him in for a nightcap and a plan of action for the morning. Our PI, Mr Hultmann, had already asked if we could see Mrs Alsvik the next day, so we needed to phone to arrange a time. David did this and we were set to meet her in the lobby of the hotel at 10.30. She had taken the day off work, for which David thanked her profusely.When he rang off we discussed tactics for the meeting."What's the best approach, d'you think?".