I push her gently but firmly back before pressing down putting her onto her knees. With that one overt rule-break she nearly got her way. However, I w...s able to resist the urge and regain control over myself and the situation, mostly.“My, my, my, aren’t we feeling bold? I don’t recall saying that you could get naked, nor do I recall saying that you could talk. And, I don’t believe I gave you permission to touch me for that matter.”She smirks, “Yes master. I figured that I would help you decide. Had I been blind? Had I missed the signs? Had there even been any signs? Was I jumping to conclusions?I realized the answer to my last question would come tomorrow at work. There was still one piece to the puzzle. I felt dead certain that piece would fall into place tomorrow. The girls helped their mother clean the kitchen while I sat there, replaying the past few months in my mind. Try as I would, I could remember no unusual behavior or actions. If there had been any signs, they were small and. We collect our baggage, and head towards the man holding the sign that says "Chapelier." Are you Brain?" Dad asks him."Yes sir," he replies, bowing slightly. He must be the chauffeur that our agent told us about would be there to take us to the hotel. He will be our chauffeur until the car arrives, and he will familiarize us with the city. He seems pretty nice.He takes Adrienne's suitcase, and tries to take my duffel bag, but I stop him. "That's okay, I've got it."He nods, and takes Mom's. "This is Henry Whitman, partner in Sir Joseph Blackburn's chambers." How do you do Mr. Whitman," the Major said, still in his gruff military voice. "What can I do for you?"Relieved that this introduction had worked, Henry when straight to the matter at hand. "I believe you are an acquaintance of one of my clients, a Mrs. Vera Banks?" Indeed I am," the Major said - his voice notably softer. "I trust Mrs. Banks is well?" No Major Harman, she is not," Henry said bluntly. "Mrs. Banks found her.