Cromwell had been stung. She was perfect. She was beautiful. She came to work each morning in yet another foxy miniskirt, apparently unaware of Cromwe...l's weakness for legs on high heels, unlike his wife who WAS aware and refused to wear them. She seemed so innocent...He sipped his Scotch, staring at the floor."Quite a jolly mess, isn't it?" said the man beside him.Cromwell looked up. "Excuse me?"The man put down the newspaper that had hidden him so effectively. He was thin and bespectacled.. They had no magicfor stuck wagons, and no physical strength to speak of. So they had waitedby the road, hoping for another wagon or carriage to come along. Surely they'dget a ride, dressed as they were in aristocratic finery: lovely bell skirtsthat flared out well above their knees, snow-white crinoline petticoats, andhigh-heeled pumps. (Why hadn't they taken more practical outfits? Women inthe castle didn't have practical outfits.) They knew the danger their sistershad warned them of last. She hoped she was hiding how nervous she actually felt."It has been a pleasure talking with you," Dale said to Alice."Same here," Alice said with a polite smile."I'll pretend to believe you," Dale said before he returned to the house.When the door closed behind him, Alice growled, "I hate that man." I used to feel that way," Denise said taking a sip of her coffee."What is going on here? Yesterday I catch you doing dirty things in the coatroom and today some naked woman is serving us coffee,". “I’m ready whenever you are,” she told me with a smile.I went to the bathroom, and I was shocked to see myself in the mirror. The left side of my face was a mass of bruises, as was my left side over my ribs. I gingerly dressed myself, and stepped out to find Jo waiting for me. “I can’t drive for two days,” I told her. “I had a room for tonight, so I guess I need to reserve it again for a couple of days.”“I canceled your room,” Jo said with a note of chagrin. “I guess I thought you were going.