Or maybe she had never actually made it over. Maybe my bed was just waiting for the Lone Ranger, as usual.But, no. The kitchen looked as if someone ha... washed the dishes that I had left crusting in the sink more than a week earlier. The counters were clean and the room smelled fresher than it was supposed to.Maybe I was in the wrong apartment.But I figured Maria had gotten there early and, feeling all domestic, she'd cleaned up the mess for me. Sweet girl.I looked into the bedroom -- my own. She and Margaret had experimentedwith some deep waxing treatment all over John's body and combined witha few mild hormonal pills, John's tender young skin really was assmooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. Ripe and virginal, lustedJoyce."There now, let's get you all made-up. Lipstick first, very importantfor a lady. Pucker up now darling and I'll have you in a cupid's bow inno time."John sat motionless with his hands secured behind his back on the sideof the bed as Joyce pulled up a chair and. This was becoming a disaster. I awoke the next morning and immediately grabbed my cell phone. No messages. This was the nightmare that I had feared. I got up, showered and prepared to run errands. Then finally, the phone rang and it was Beth. I took a deep breathe and answered. “Hello”, I managed to muster in my best nonchalant voice. “Hi Jeff, its Beth, how are you ?”, was her reply. She began to tell me how busy at work she had been that week. She said that she had thought about calling a. Sorry for the short notice but we wanted to have a chat with you before you left for America. It would be a shame to pass this along to our consulate in New York." Pleased to meet you," Frank shook his hand. "I have no idea why I was brought here. It seems you were in a hurry to get to me." Have a seat," Smart sat himself. "The reason I had you come here is due to this cablegram we recently received from London." London?" he took the proffered document. He read it twice because he did not.