”“Si, certo.”She looked at him in the moonlight then settled back into his arms. He was serious.“Don’t worry, we have ghosts back in Austral...a too I guess, but I have never seen one.”“Not see, I hear.”She took another sip of Cointreau. The burst of fiery orange liqueur relaxed her, refocusing her attention on the marvelously peaceful night scene before them. After several long moments his arms tightened around her as he playfully nibbled her ear then took in a long draught of air and with it;. Ilooked around for my other clothes and she said, ‘Don't worry aboutthose, we haven't got time to look for those.’ She pulled me out of thedoor with me trying to cover myself. She slapped my leg with the end ofthe leash, ‘Stop fussing, keep your hands to your side.’‘What about Lexi, Mistress?’‘His Mistress will be on her way to collect him, why do you care?’‘I like him,’ I said, my voice quavering. ‘Oh for God’s sake girl, you are impossible. Wait there.’ She turned andwent back to the room. I. By contrast, Gloria was a recent divorcee who was making up for lost time like crazy. She spent her days with her divorcee friends in a mad whirl of shopping, drinking, country clubbing and chasing men. One night about two weeks after the pool hall incident, I was having dinner with Nancy and Gloria when Nancy brought up the subject of my losing the bet. She said that as loser I had to be her slave for the day and do whatever she wanted and I couldn't complain or refuse anything no matter how. As she was wandering around, Sammy realized that she really had to pee. She didn't see a bathroom door, so she tentatively opened the door exiting the room. Beyond, she saw what looked like a waiting room. To her left was a reception desk, with what looked like a nurse behind the counter. There seemed to be similar doors to the one she was peeking through up and down the other walls. She also saw that the hallway that extended beyond the reception area had a sign for a bathroom.Sammy knew that.