Read it, I’ll make a drink. Tea or coffee?’ ‘Tea, please.’ She left and I began to read. There it was. Dates, times, places, or rather the sam... place week after week. The hotel was the same one Trish and I had used when I first came back to Sale. The photos showed Ann entering the pub, followed by Derek a few minutes later, then one of them entering one of the motel rooms together, and another an hour later of Derek coming out, then some more of them having coffee together. The dates were over. ” I admitted. “I’m in the US army. I have a three-day pass. I wanted to visit Montréal while I still have the chance.”“So,” she continued, “How about that drink and a lap dance?”I stood up and steered her to a seat facing me as I said, “I’d rather just talk with you since I can do that and finish my meal before it gets cold. I’ll be happy to buy you a drink. I’ll even pay you for a lap dance if you will just sit and talk with me.”I knew that I would pay full price for a non-alcoholic drink but. I'm going to loose my job, all that usual stuff. Never I said stick to the plan and you will be fine. I gave her a run down of the evening including food eaten and drink consumed. Text me Alistairs number and I'll brief him as well. Thank you Simone,she gently said, there is a present for you the kitchen table, I thanked her for this and the flowers. She then dashed to catch her flight.I opened the front door and caught my reflection in the hall way mirror, the hair extensions were curly and. The color of her hair.How often did the word "chestnut" enter my mind at all, much less when noticing a woman's hair? But that was the color.Rich, wavy, full of body, and down almost to the middle of her back. Not overdone. On the contrary, very becoming. Her appearance was striking.Short, tight, black sleeveless dress studded with those sparkly things, whatever the hell they're called.A wide plunging neckline revealed stunningly beautiful breasts.Shapely, full, creamy. Perfect.Her demeanor was.