Paisley explained."She goes to a book shop almost daily. I bribed the young man at the register. He gave her excess change after a purchase. She count...d the money, returned to the cash register and returned the money." How much?" Ten pounds."Lady Lambert nodded grudgingly. She doubted that more than fifty percent of teenagers would have acted that way. Obviously, the girl had been taught right from wrong. That was astonishing if one contemplated her upbringing.Mr. Paisley continued."On three. I went in the hotel. Went to elevator number 2 and waited for it to come down. I got in and pressed the key to take the elevator to the 9th floor. As soon as the elevator door opened I saw Ayesha standing there wearing a red T-shirt and a pair of denim jeans. She smiled at me. I could not help noticing the soft features of her innocent looking face. She had large eyes and a protruding nose and thin lips. She looked absolutely gorgeous even without make-up and looked very innocent. If I did not. He and the girl don’t look anything alike.”“What are they trying to buy?” I asked.“A speedboat ... powered by a pair of Lamborghini V10’s.”“Absolutely not. If it was my sister and JW they might buy a sailboat. Never a powerboat. Besides, Cynthia would never use my name. She wants to be notorious in her own right.”“Yup,” said the SAS, “Arrest them. We’ll extradite them to Australia.”Half an hour later the Red phone rang again.Mr. SAS answered it. “Oh really?”“That’s amazing. I’ll let her. ”“Why not?” I asked her. “It was hot.”She bit her lip. “I don't want to get caught. You're not Clint. We'll get in trouble. I just know it. I love you, and I don't want anything to ruin what we have.”“Will you do anal?” I asked her, my hand sliding down her back.“Yes,” she moaned as I cupped her ass. She pressed her tits against me. “I will. Just let's get out of here. A janitor or someone could walk in here. We'd be screwed.”“Isn't that what we just did?” I asked her.“Ugh, don't be a smartass.