He had been reading the same paper, I noticed. One small article on the front page, describing the betrothal of a Balkan prince, had been circled by C...stwich. More input for his Geneao-Plan, I assumed.Julian smiled as I sat down and suggested a drink. I am wary of alcohol. I never use it when I am working – which of course is most of the time – since my methods need a precise understanding of the responses of my subject. On this occasion, though, the cellar at Highgate was without an occupant. I had been working on this last book under a cloud of sadness and loneliness. He advised me to take a little more time on this manuscript and add more detailed descriptions. If I did this, it would shorten the rework when he saw it for the first read of each segment. He was excited about the plot outline and said the first five chapters he had seen so far were fair, but I could do better.I looked out at noon as I was waiting for my lunch to heat. Snow was still coming down. I snapped the radio. But unfortunately it turned out only to be long enough for her to now move her right hand through the opening of his shorts below and she now grabbed his bare scrotum under his underwear.Later in life Brent would realize his was a common routine. Girls were always fascinated by the balls and their handy carrying case. If you allow them, they could play with your ball sack for hours. After several minutes of her continuing to play with his testicles under the shorts he started to move his body. Our wives were chattering away to each other and the Manager as he led them to the elevators, the bellman in tow.After signing for the rooms, Tony and I headed across the lobby to the elevators, but he wanted to check out the gift shop and buy a couple of magazines or books. I trailed along after him and wandered through the store. One section featured swimwear, and I found myself staring at a rack of the skimpiest bikinis known to man. The label said the brand was ‘Heart Stoppers!’, and I.