That need to relax so clearly etched within her face, the tone of her words, though the promise of 'coming around' when she had spoken being given wit...in the same phrase.Carol headed for the bathroom, and once again I followed. This time she shot me a brief though annoyed look. "I have to pee," I explained giving reason.Carol's hand reached the door opening it, as she stepped into a whole new world.It was already lit with at least two-dozen softly burning candles. The bath still exquisitely hot. Would yours happen to be Betty?" I thought I was being real clever there."No, you sweet, tasty-looking man and my last name isn't Boop, either." She smiled tolerantly at me in a way that said I was not being very original. But by God, she did look just like that cartoon character out of the thirties, Betty Boop. Then she said, "Boop boop ee doo!" in a squeaky voice that sounded just like the original Betty Boop did."Aw, now you're making fun of me," I told her. Where women are concerned, I. Even nicer than those of Angelina Jolie. Her skin is tanned, toned and looks to be well moisturized. She has big brown eyes and dirty blonde hair which she usually keeps back in a pony tail. As I flick through the channels on the TV, my mind begins to wander. In fact, it wanders back to when I was 17 years old and spending the night here because my parents were out of town and didn't trust my party-throwing ways.I can remember hearing the shower running while I was trying to sleep. The constant. God knows what she thought she "knew" that was going to make thing better.I got to her house at about 4:30. her small red car was on the drive, so i knew she was home. gutted!I knocked, she answered she was wearing a black tailored skirt suit, and white blouse with black patent heels. she looked smart. like she'd dressed specially. "you look nice" I said, "Thankyou Simon" she replied. I've been for a job interview. This seemed unlikely, Linda worked from home and judging by the decor was doing.