"Don't say such awful things. You're wild and wayward, but we all love you and everyone said how it had made their day when they first saw you in that...barn. You're no slut, my darling Gwendoline - never in this world. You're my lovely wonderful friend and I love you more than anyone else in the world, even Peter here!"They put a still very shaky Gwendoline to bed when they got to Peter's house and because she could not have bedclothes they made sure the room was as hot as a furnace. Harriet sat. Otherwise they were lucky. No one was hurt," he said."Good, could I speak with Barry now," I said."Is that him?" He asked pointing to the slightly heavy man, who had beat hell out of Bruce."Yeah that is him," I replied to the supervisor."So you want our interrogator to go along with you?" he asked."Probably won't be a good idea. Even though I'm going to be Line of sight the whole time, I might say something to accidentally violate his rights." Well then go for it, but don't ask him any. When he takes me to my hotel, he insists on carrying my luggage to the bellhop and orders him to '"take damn good care of the nice lady". I tip outrageously, and he thanks me. I tell him I'll request him after I check in and get some dinner as the stores are open still and I've got to to get a little shopping in, right? He winks and tell me he'll be waiting. I check in and for some reason, even though I showered in the morning, I shower again. I feel grimy after flying no matter what. My room. The air was filled with appreciative cheers and applause for him.“Ladies and gentlemen, the first member of the top twenty-two,” Ben gestured with his hands.Slowly the contestants, numbering one to three at a time, were called before the judges. It was difficult for a moment to tell tears of joy from tears of sadness. Some yelled out, ‘I made it!’ then cried. Others shook their head, no, as tears streamed down their cheeks.In the theatre, the judges would give reasoning behind their decision to.