The house was quiet as a morgue on a Monday morning. Now to face the music.In the kitchen only Lexa was around to wait on me, the smell of coffee like...balm to my sodden brain."Oh, good morning Bert. Do you want some coffee? Breakfast?" Good morning to you, Lexa. Please keep your essential communications down to a mere whisper. All is not quite well yet. But I shall survive. Coffee will be nice, though. Where is everybody?" Sabreena is still incommunicado, poor dear. Wilbur is pottering around. Andy joined me as I entered the computing lab and shook his head, "Sorry Kev, I haven't found out anything."I shrugged, what else was there I could do?"If there's a conspiracy then no one's talking," he added as he dumped his bags under the desk next to mine.He looked at me and frowned; "To tell you the truth, most people didn't even know what I was talking about when I asked them."I sighed, "Oh well, hopefully whatever it is will go away," I said.The afternoon passed peacefully enough,. He leaves his undies on; I can however see a very big bulge. He takes his beautiful shoes and shirt off too.. nibbling my nipples and kissing me in between the undressing. I am standing in my high heels skirt hitched up into my waist, hands tied in my red and black bra. He tugs on my bra and takes me around to the back of the couch. He kisses me again, reaches for my wine and feeds it to me. Kisses me again and tells me to bend over the couch. I comply, he positions me as he wants me. I see him. She beamed at this, even waving and blowing a kiss to the plumber as he drove past, but Kevin was not impressed at her flirtatiousness. He didn't have to be; Sarah knew in fifteen minutes she would be his.The Dover Road Hotel was a tired two-star establishment, in need of renovation but providing its' guests with reasonable accommodation for a reasonable price. It offered Kevin a double bed for six hours for thirty pounds, a bargain in Central London and as the two lovers skipped into lobby,.