" Well, indeed," said the woman who again consulted her tablet PC. She strode towards Tamara and outstretched her hand. "Allow me to introduce myself....I'm Theresa. I'm the executor for Miss St. John-Easton's estate."Tamara shook hands with Theresa who scrutinised her rather more intently than she was comfortable with."I assume you must be wondering what will happen next," said Theresa. "You've been living here for quite a long time. Including the time when Zoe was still alive, it must be at. ? "I suppose," she answered. "But isn't it a bit soon? I mean we've only known each other..." We've known each other long enough to fall in love haven't we?" Yes, yes, of course." Then what are we waiting on?" I ... nothiing I guess." Then pay the bill, Baby and let's spend some time together -- alone." Yes," she smiled uncertainly."The room was on the second floor of a downtown hotel only one step removed from being described as a flea bag. Trixie had spent the last of her savings but the. But all around them, people were screaming and running. The got to their knees and crossed themselves. They pushed sharp glass into their wrists. They took their knives and slit their own throats. Suicides, mercy killings. Parents killed their own children, husbands killed wives. And they ran, God, they ran. Scattering away like pathetic little ants, scrabbling and clawing at the last vestiges of their pathetic little lives. Dropping like flies, like the mindless lemmings they’d become. But. " Good," I said more kindly. "This lady," I indicated Wendy, "is my wife and you shall treat her with the greatest of respect, but she is not your mistress because you belong to me alone." Yes, Master." Hello, Florence," said Wendy pleasantly."Hello, madam," she respectfully replied."Florence," I told her, "give me an account of yourself."So Florence told her story. She was Nigerian and her family had sent her to England to study, which she had been doing diligently but without much enthusiasm..