After breakfast Rosa said goodbye and headed back out into the world, leaving the night elf alone with her head resting on the bar rail. With little e...se to do she dozed in fits and spurts, never fully sleeping but letting her mind wander and her eyes close. Occasionally a hand on her ass or bare breasts roused her from her half-sleep, but even with a smile and a waggle of her hips nobody took her up on the unspoken offer. At least her hangover was subsiding.Eventually Irea heard the rail creak. I’d hate to have to do it but if she has strong objections to my little surprise I’ll have to send Kyle home. She seemed to struggle not to smile when she spotted the camera and I can see she’s curious about the bag I’m carrying. She never said a word, though.I didn’t speak until I came to a stop in front of her. She’s wearing a short silk robe. She’s expecting me. She knows why I’m here. She isn’t yet certain why I’m not alone and she doesn’t know how much Kyle knows about what we did. She quickly turned and was surprised by what saw. There stood an attractive older woman, dressed in shorts and a halter-top, with her hands planted firmly on her hips. What surprised Sofia wasn't so much that the woman was obviously in excellent shape, was confident and extremely self-assured or that she had managed to catch Sofia completely unaware — it was that Sofia, who was not tall herself, could look directly into the woman's eyes — she wasn't even really short — she was. Most of November was occupied with preparing the garden centre for the rush of business that would happen over Christmas. By the end of November the shop was full of Christmas gifts for the gardener, holly wreaths, potted poinsettias and Christmas tree baubles. Outside, the front of the buildings were festooned with fairy lights and the yard had been filled with some rented market stalls displaying sprigs and garlands of holly, ivy and mistletoe and seasonal plants in festive reds and greens..