“We are waiting for just one more potential. We are usually only trying to talk to two people at once, so as to make sure that no one feels ignored....I hope you don’t mind waiting.” I just nodded at the words which had been spoken by the blonde guy, mentally assessing him but did not bother using ‘Observe’ on him.All three of the guys were wearing blue jackets with black pants. I wondered if that was some sort of uniform or dress code. All of them had some sort of short sword strapped to their. After a few false starts, she disappeared from my radar. Things were risky, she was afraid her husband knew something, her lover’s wife had caught him, and so on. Short story – she and I met once, and that was all. Thirty minutes of talk. No sex. No affair. No validation of my parking ticket. Fast forward several months. Out of the blue, an email comes to me from the woman. “How are you?” she asks, “I just wanted to catch up and see how you are…” Out of the blue. Some further email exchanges,. Jen, by the way, was still sleeping. When the towels were picked up I put on a hotel dressing gown and asked Lisa (from her name tag), "What's up? What's the matter?" "I am sorry. I have only just started working here yesterday. There's so much to do and I don't want to lose my job. And if anyone complains then I'm sure that will be it. The manager he..." She broke off, about to say something disloyal perhaps. Instead she turned on her heel and took the towels back to her cart. "Lisa?" "Yes. It seemed the dire warnings might have been rather exaggerated. How unlike the dancers to over-dramatise something! Besides Jewel had to take her own decisions and make her own way in life. It wasn't as if Georgia was her mom or something...***At times it seemed almost surreal this shadow life that Georgia was leading. If it could even be called a shadow life. With the extra shifts that the long summer vacation allowed sometimes her dancing and other activities seemed to be her real life and.