. temporarily this time, but you never know..." Officer Morton tearsof more tape, and I imagine wraps it round the maids, head, "And alittle injection...to calm you down.. we have a long wait."There's a pause and the sound of a body slowly toppling to the floor,then Officer Morton walks round and squats down in my eye-line..."And this ugly little cunt again? I do keep finding it... maybe I shouldkeep it too? I wonder... would anyone notice if it joined my littlepresent?"My eyes are wide and I. " Don't be, Esme. There are hundreds of us - panel judges, that is." And what is the subject of your particular jury's deliberations?" The new pedestrian link to be built alongside the Rialto Bridge."She shook her head and clicked her tongue in a dismissive 'tut'. "A very tall order, senor, believe me. Venetians will NEVER accept it." After slowly sipping her rum she asked: "And where are you staying in Venice?" The Cirriani." Wow - well that's impressive too!"He shrugged. "The Biennale's. .........I look up to see you towering over me, gazing down at me. I recognize the smile on your face. It is the smile of one who knows that his word alone is enough to put me on my knees.My eyes fix on yours. I hear the sounds of buckles, cloth, and zippers in motion. When the sounds finally cease my eyes drift over your muscular frame, admiring your superiority. Down and down my eyes examine the details of your perfection until they finally settle on your manhood. It is large, firm and. Here you'reencouraged to feel you can remain one step ahead of the rest of thecountry simply by breathing in.Kerrie guides me along the polyglot Charing Cross Road to St Martin'sPlace, where I'm granted my first glimpse of Trafalgar Square in gettingon for two years. But she has no desire to take in the sights, duckingleft along a narrow side street and into a cafe with a fancy Italian nameand a price list that would render Norah unable to speak for months. Oncethe young waitress who's trying a.