And I could choose any date for the woman, as long as it was after 1959. Which was fine, too; I didn't need to meet Marie Antoinette that badly. And t...en there was some stupid restriction about the time. I couldn't change the time. If I made my request at 10:53 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, I'd get the woman the way she looked at 10:53 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, on whatever date I'd chosen.Obviously, none of these limitations had represented a serious drawback. I'd had a lot of fun with the. “Well for one, I doubt that. You’re beautiful, and he would have no reason to look elsewhere!”My voice faltered as the word spilled from my mouth.“And secondly, even if he were sleeping with someone else, it just shows that he’s not good enough for you.”I choked the last words out, my repressed guilt began to show itself physically, even more difficult to hide as the alcohol surged through my body.She looked up at me and stuck out her bottom lip, contemplating what I’d just said.“I guess so…”. Alan and Trish argued that there was a unique thrill to be enjoyed from sex with complete strangers. And that led them to the story which we have reconstructed very much as they told it.Alan and Trish’s storyTrish had been to her favourite – and expensive – lingerie store in Mayfair. She had bought a silk bra and knickers set in a light tan shade that she hoped Alan would approve. It was after she had paid that the assistant handed her the small package and said, with a slight smile, ‘Thank. ”“Go to the Lisboa restaurant and ask for me there. I’ll join you as soon as I can. It doesn’t matter if you are in uniform.”“Thank you.”David sat and thought, Do I want to investigate all that flesh? Or do I fancy the daughter I haven’t met yet? I wonder how that happened and where her husband is? Oh well, all should be revealed at lunch time. He broke into a quiet chuckle at the mental image of all being revealed in the Lisboa if Amanda were to strip for him. When he booked the table for two.