That’d be great. You could pass me off as a cousin. I meet him, have a few drinks, and I’d blow, see.”She gave him a funny stare. So...etimes he couldn’t get her at all. Little tear pockets formed, then she wiped them away and laughed. Or tried to laugh. It was a cross between a chuckle and a sob.“All right; darling. If you really want, I’ll do it for you.”“Know what that’l1 make you?” he asked“It could make me a sort of working. It was particularly newer clients who preferred to have these little charades beforehand. Violet didn't mind, it made the whole thing seem much less impersonal in her eyes. John Smith especially was just as grateful for her affection here as he was in the bedroom. It was obvious just how much he wasn't used to being fawned over, to being listened to, even to being taken seriously. Violet had met many, many people like him, and she knew exactly what she was doing. All of her movements, her. Wynne giggled again and struck a pose."Great," said Lana. "So you do all of that, and then you just turn themdown with she shortest answer you can think of and turn away to talk toyour girlfriend, i.e. me."That all seemed simple enough thought Wynne. She nodded to show that sheunderstood. "OK," she said brightly. "But, you know, like, I've neverunderstood why girls play hard-to-get..." Well," said Lana, as if surprised by the question. "Men want what theycan't have. They really want what other. ‘If I said Wolfie Morris, would you be surprised?’ she asked. ‘Wolfie Morris? You’ve got to be kidding. I know the guy’s a wolf, but he’s not Nora’s type.’ ‘I’ll have you know that Norinda had a crush on Wilfred Morris when we were at school. He would never go near her though, because he is shit scared of you. But I’m damned sure he was really attracted to her and still is, you should have seen the way he was watching her at the Christmas Hunt Ball,’ Stella said. ‘Come to think of it, he did.