Hand shakes and hugs all round, toasting our drinks and laughing about Pat being forced to 'speedo it up' as Dave says. While I'm sure Pat felt awkwar... walking from our towels to the pool, after a few minutes it really didn't seem like a big deal, or any deal, at all. We ended up sitting on some steps right near the lifeguard, Dave went off to grab more drinks and we settled in for a wonderful afternoon.As the shawows got longer we moved around the pool to avoid the shadow of the fake Eiffel. "Steve and I will take you there," he added - nodding at the huge chap."'Eh, of course. When?" Harold asked in a voice that even to himself sounded like a high-pitched whine."Right now," Nick said. "Mike told us to keep an eye out for you. 'Take 'im straight to the office' when 'e arrives, ' 'e said."With as much dignity he could muster Harold Banks let himself be 'escorted' to Mike's 'front office' up stairs - in reality it was three rickety chairs on the landing. Mike was having another. I made alittle promise to myself that if I ever did find a number I would callit just to spite the memory of the guy who had wound me up.Well, after three years I was now looking at one of the fabled messagesin the inside front cover of the bible in my room. It wasn't much of amessage. It read simply, 'Jamie 01435 760365 - shes a special girl' Isat there and wondered what to do. I wasn't worried about the thought ofusing a prostitute. Three years on the road had cured me of anyreluctance in. . ." I wanted to say more, but she stopped me."And that's why you don't like me . . . if you did you'd make sure I was doing things correctly!" She said.I was puzzled . . . what was Wendy telling me? She wanted to be made to do things. Had she been so . . . so . . . brainwashed? She could not really want me to tie her down. I definitely needed help.----Wendy did arrive to eat her breakfast, but I was watching her, trying to make up my mind as to what to do . . . a strange, perverse, part of my.