Mich came in the room and we went up to his bedroom. He had a camera on a tripod set up to take pictures. He had a remote button and pushed it. The ca...era began to take still pictures every so often of him groping me, feeling me, kissing my body and…..I felt faint as he lowered me to the floor. He began to undress me…at the camera clicked away….it was too much as I just pulled him down on top of me. He smiled and whispered: (“ ..to bad I can’t draw feelings..”) Up went my skirt, off went my. Today is my twice-weekly no-alcohol day. From what Sandra told me you could be quite unsuitable because you’ve no history in hotel hospitality.’ ‘Well put it this way. Just because I haven’t had children says nothing about my suitability as a future mother. And another thing, I suspect Mrs Street mothers you so you would be advised not to judge her opinions too keenly because her protective instinct could blur her judgment in respect of you. Are you two related?’ ‘Sandra is mom’s best friend. We kept going back and forth with vaguely veiled food analogies for a while, discussing spices, pie and whip cream and how variety keeps things interesting. ‘Just all this talk of food is making me big,’ I texted. It was but it wasn’t my already slightly pudgy stomach I was really referring too. Something else was getting a bit larger while we continued to chat. ‘Why not chow down?’ asked Cathy. I didn’t respond, not knowing exactly what she meant. The course of the conversation changed for a. Come on,’ he said as he rose, giving me his hand to help me up out of the extremely comfortable, plush sofa. He held my hand as he led me to the kitchen at the back of the house, and then we called in to see the study where Hannah was sat watching tv. Then we went back down the corridor and up the stairs to a first floor, where he showed me a small, guest bedroom and then a large bedroom that had an en suite. I loved the way he led me around the house, so self-assured and confident as he held.