This appeared to be a lounge room, but Vanessa had set it up as a room to do her writing. And there she was sitting at her computer, her back, thankfu...ly, towards me. What I found hard to believe was how she was dressed. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. Before I noticed what she was wearing, I notice the fact that her glorious bottom was totally bare. She was sitting on a backless stool, over which she had draped a fluffy white bath towel. Her arse was even better than I thought it would. Soon the other jogger was turning off the trail out of sight just a Sue turned the bend and entered Johns catch area (the stretch of path not seen by either approach). Sue had a large stick in her right hand and a pepper spray in her left. Ha he laughed. Easy pickins.As Sue walked by with her back turned he struck. He left his hiding place swiftly and tackled her to the ground. His right arm grabbed the stick from her and pulled it around her neck from below forming a weight on her throat. The. She told me she was out when the bomb fell but that her friend Maisie was hurt and in hospital. She had found another lodging nearby. She didn't complain and, that night, she loved me like she always did. However, I noticed her clothes were in an even worse state than usual and she admitted that she had lost everything in the bombing. I delayed my departure the next morning and withdrew £5 from my Post Office Savings Bank account, fortunately I always carried the book with me. When I gave it to. I couldn't wait to see what she wanted me to do next.***5. Spills and ThrillsHere it was, almost three in the afternoon, and despite the tables setup for her and her traveling party, she still hadn't been served. Itwasn't like Vivienne to make anyone wait ? well, she thought to herselfwith a smirk, it was exactly like Lady Comwyn to make people wait ? buthere she sat, at three in the afternoon, an empty table and a rumblingstomach. Not treating her guests with the utmost of respect.