A gorgeous dark haired Irish woman made me over and we chatted and she was very friendly and made me feel at ease.After applying make up including mas...ara and pink nail varnish she showed me how to put on a wig 'properly' as she called it not just shove it on my head.She then told me to go back to the dressing room and put the dress I had brought with me, a nice long purple dress and also black shoes with as high a heal as I could manage.She looked me up and down and showed me in to the lounge. In fact, they soon found themselves using the sea breeze which was more or less at right-angles to the shore, roughly east-south-east, as an anticyclone developed over England. The sea breeze meant they could head south and west, instead of tacking against a southerly, but it would die as the land cooled in the evening. Off Covehithe, the sea-breeze died, replaced by a fitful, unreliable northerly; they were barely making any progress over the remnant of the current and when Cherry fetched a. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was shock, maybe it was the fact that she was dying for a shag and this bloke was outstandingly qualified in the sense that he was a man and he was here. Whatever the reason she stayed rooted to the spot."err... well actually I did, but I was only thinking aloud and didn't even notice you were there to be honest".Not the greatest of retorts, Jane thought but it could have been worse."Oh, right" the man said and seemed to hesitate for a moment before adding. Chrissy dresses a cut above most of the other female agents. As usual, she looks more like she belongs in an executive boardroom (black heels, green blazer, dark skirt and white blouse) than in the glorified cubbyhole that is her six by eight foot office, a spartan, windowless affair with nothing in it except a file cabinet, desk and laptop computer. Once she steps into her new position, she’ll get a bigger office with a view. As is her practice, she asks Taylor to give his version of events.