"Is it likeItalian?" It's a bit like Arabic I gather," Mandy said. She had looked it up on theInternet in recent days. "But they do speak Italian in M...lta, as well asEnglish. And don't forget my mother was English. And my governess was too.On the island we only spoke English." So you don't really know much about Malta itself then?" Sam ventured."Hardly anything," answered Mandy. It was good to get that out of the way."So--," Sam seemed at a loss for words, "so, they're--I mean, you're--allalone. We spent the afternoon knocking a tennis ball about ontheir court in the back garden. Then we ate a leisurely meal prepared byMrs Kydd. She was a good cook.Sam and I went up to her room to get ready for our clubbing."Where do you want me to change? I asked."I thought here, with me. Why? Oh, I see. Trudy you are just my girlfriend. Nothing could make me think of you as anything other than that.I know you are touchy about your "bits', but I know who you are. Trudy,my best friend."I undressed and. She must have been just over six feet tall wearing a black and blue dress with black heels to match. Her figure was elegant with not one step out of place, as she walked he noticed how her hips swayed from side to side with ease, it was damn right sexy he thought. “Good morning Mr. Greaves I’m sandy and i’ll be one of the three interviewing you today.” Her voice was so light as if it floated in the air. “Morning Miss Sandy.” “Just Sandy” she corrected him. Turning her back on him she proceeded. ’ Leave it to Joseph to make us feel nice on his own birthday! We all walked into the crowded club and I made my way towards the bar. ‘Two whisky sours, a lemon drop, and one beer.’ I yelled out the usual to the bartender and made my way to our usual table. I couldn’t help but notice how many attractive guys were here tonight. Everywhere I looked, there were hot guys with hot bodies dancing on the floor or standing at the bar. Maybe I actually will meet someone tonight… I’m not big on.