” It seemed like a long time since she’d had a real home, in England.“Okay. So we have to discover this secret then, don’t we? So that your mu... won’t have a secret from you. Anyway I don’t care to have Mohammad with this connection to you.”“He’s not that bad,” said Grace instinctively.“Of course he’s bad. He only wants to use you, anyone can see. He doesn’t know you at all but nevertheless he’s after you. It’s because you’re beautiful, and not too big, and have this perfect skin and look new. "Where's the changing room?" She asked, the woman looked at me as if to say 'don't you train your slaves!' and then she looked at Pauline."Why do you need a private room? There is only us here, and nobody else can enter without my permission." She told her, and then she looked back at me, "I only allow one customer in here at a time, normally I require an appointment, but you're lucky I had a cancellation." She smiled at me - one expert to another.I nodded, "Thank you." I said and then turned. We can always improve. We’ll be doing more deals as time goes on. How do we do them better? Third item - over the next few days I want to meet with each of you individually. Same questions, what are we doing right, what are we doing wrong, how do we do things better? The final item is what do we do next? I want to go over that with you all as well.” I looked around the table and saw everybody nodding in agreement and understanding. I grabbed a notepad and a pen, and said, “Let’s get. So I rang the bell again a couple of times."Coming." came Bela's voice. Then I heard her feet approach the door and ask, "Who is it?" It's me." I answered."Oh, okay." Bela said and opened the door.The sight that awaited us made the internet man's eyes pop out in amazement. Bela was standing at the door, a towel wrapped around her body, and her hair completely wet. She had obviously been in the shower. It's not like the towel was short or anything. It came down to her knees, and covered her.