.?" "That's right," she purred. "Greg supplied them. They're one of his new products. Wasn't that niceof him?" "B... but I look... I mean, I'm so....." She chuckled at hisconfusion and assured him, "You'll forget all that once we're in bed,Van. Now come on." He didn't want to miss this opportunity, no matterwhat. So, putting aside his worries, he draped the towel over hervanity chair and laid down. She got alongside him. It was odd havingher dressed, even skimpily, while he was totally. I pulled slowly into the car park of the hotel and switched off theignition. I sat in silence for a minute or so before pulling out mymobile phone and composing a text message to my mystery partner. Itsimply read "here xx".I had met and conversed with Kirsty online a number of times - I had evenseen a picture, not a clear one but enough to make out the importantfeatures. She sounded confident and was certainly experienced which wasimportant to me as a novice. Naturally submissive, I needed to. Singles and couples, and the occasional odd trio -- like Eddie Ray, Nick Mangia and Lucy O'Donnell, who'd been together all evening -- drifted out the doors toward the parking lot. It had been a memorable evening -- an exciting game and a good, celebratory but not wild dance party -- and as she drifted out to ensure that there was no last-minute trouble in the parking lot, Mrs. Carmody was pleased.Carmela wasn't; she couldn't get her swollen feet back into her shoes and had to go out barefoot,. .. hopefully doing just enough to keep the two of us appeased, though mostly Joy, and keep me from succumbing to what we both now knew was some sort of weird twisted challenge. As friendly as Joy had become to me, I still felt like she didn't trust me one single bit. And that meant, she was bound and determined to prove to herself, and to her mother that I really was out for only one thing.I certainly hadn't known when I'd met her just how well off she honestly was, so that had never been my.