I close the door with a sigh and immediately poor myself a drink. As the expensive rum splashes in the bottom of the glass, I hope it is enough to hel... me sleep. The 18 year old rum goes down smoothly as it disappears in two gulps.Morning comes and I'm still fuming. I get up and have my standard 2-3 cups off coffee and start cleaning up the mess from the previous evening. There wasn't much to clean up, although end up doing a deep cleaning trying to keep my mind off of Kendra. I have received. ’ I apologised. ‘Oh, don’t worry. I wouldn’t mind someone taking me back there and rogering me senseless, especially that hunk in the blue suit. Sadly he is as bent as a longbow and the art correspondent of the Chronicle, totally impervious to my womanly charms.’ Without a word Donna walked quickly across the room, picked up a glass of champagne and headed straight for the art correspondent. Within seconds she was chatting to him like they were old friends and I could see him laughing and. I was a little surprised by that comment but did admit that two of the pairs were Gios, and then asked him how he knew that.He admitted he had always had an eye for vintage stockings, and it wasn't common to see them these days; he continued to say how you could always tell if someone had proper vintage stockings on as they just seemed more elegant somehow, far more so than the cheap ones. I asked if my daughter still wore them. His face fell."Not any longer," he said. "I bought her some once,. Turning quickly back to the day’s program she tries to hide her flushing cheeks by dropping her head and staring intently at the page. She leads the group through the restaurant where a buffet breakfast has been laid out, and helps herself to a cup of hot coffee. Taking it to the balcony, she sighs with pleasure as the coffee aroma and wafts up to her senses. She grins to herself, and takes a small sip of her second vice in life. A feeling of warmth at her back startles her. Without turning.