He walked silently, and wondered what punishment lay ahead. They made it to a room with red glowing bulbs, idly swing around and above a solitary bed....She had him lay on his back, and stood at the foot of the bed, eyeing him critically. She then pounced on the bed, and slapped his face. He didn't make a move, so she tore off his shirt, and was reminded why he was her favorite client. He had a wrestler's body, and an actor's face....and oh how he knew to fire her desire. But she must not let on. ”“And for Srta. Sofía and don Javier, too?”I looked back at my two friends and lovers. They looked at each other and back at me and laughed out loud.“Yes, Sra. Martínez. For them as well, thank you.”Sra. Martínez outdid herself with the local equivalent of huevos rancheros and something that looked and tasted like a mini breakfast burrito with rice and beans and a double measure of jalapeño, along with her own surtido, a mix of sliced cauliflower and carrots in a powerful vinagrette. And. "I could wake up like this for the rest of my life," said Peyton with a content smile. She snuggled into my chest and sighed."Do you want to shower with me this morning?" I asked."I'd love that," said Peyton, her eyes widening.Peyton was suddenly awake and bouncing out of the bed."Gotta pee," announced Peyton.I watched her naked form in front of me as she disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door. After a few minutes she bounced back out of the bathroom. I was sitting on the bed, still. "Please forgive me for not curtseying." I suppose we should have realised it couldn't go on forever," shesighed. "But what do we do now? Do we go back to how we were before?Do you want me to leave?" God, no! I couldn't manage without you! And anyway you can't. We'vetold the police you're the mistress of the house now." But you'll have to be Frank Fearnley. Barry will tell everyone aboutthis morning. People will expect to see Frank around. You can't be Evaanymore." I have to be Eva -.