”Martin wrote down the address.“I’ll have the car pick you up at one o’clock. See you then, Martin and thank you.” The Princess kissed him o... the cheek before leaving.Martin Hamilton stood awe struck and pinched himself to check that he had not been dreaming. He returned to his apartment somewhat stunned, and still only half believing that he had not dreamt the whole incident.The following day at precisely one o’clock, the Rolls pulled up outside Martin’s apartment. The uniformed chauffeur got. 75£ per hour. Security work in the uk has never paid a lot, it may have improved since I retired in 2009, but I doubt it! Mike the Supervisor would then say he was just going in our tiny office to sort out paper work and when he returned he always brought a cup of coffee and a doughnut he said had been left for us by the staff canteen employees so I never bothered to check what he was really up to, not till one particular evening one of the area inspectors stopped in saying he had to collect. Well, at least the second part; I'd come to my senses enough to know that we hadn't reached Tunis yet, and even if we had, Valerie wasn't even on the trip."Okay, that's it." I pulled my shorts back on, grabbed the bra, and yanked back the curtain. More sleep could wait - right now, I needed to find Marissa. My head swam with questions only she could answer. "There has to be some explanation for all of this."I swung my legs over the edge, hopped off the bed, and crashed to the floor. Guess all. She then realizes she left a lipstick mark on my cheek and rubbed it off with her thumb. We have a nice time at Olive Garden, she has a couple of glasses of wine while we are there. I then surprise her by paying for our meal. We get back home and she goes to fix her another glass of wine, suprising me, by asking if I would want a glass too. Before I could answer she tells me that she won't tell anyone if I do want a glass. I tell her sure I'll take a glass. Before coming back to me she stopped.