"Oh, God," I thought. "Looking at me from this distance, he is bound to notice that I am not the girl he thought I was." If he did, he didn't let on. ...May I join you at your table?" he asked. "Hmmm," I thought to myself. "Is this man really interested in me?" When we got to the table, he pulled my chair back for me and then seated himself. "Thank you for the dance," he said. "I hope we can have more." "I would like that," I replied somewhat coyly. He began by telling me a little about himself.. ‘There isn’t enough time to break the boots in, so I have to do it artificially.’ ‘Are you going to do the same with the clothes?’ Smiling I tell her I will suffer in silence on that one, and when satisfied with my labors quickly dropped my shoes off in my room put my boots on and went for another walk. This time Chia accompanied me. ‘You’re not going to let me off the hook with my behavior yesterday are you?’ ‘You have your reasons for doing things it’s not for me to judge. I came here. Do you want to get me into trouble or something!'Sheila looked at the dress critically and sighed, 'Ah well, a girl hasto try. Okay what about this then?'She pulled a longer dress out of the pile in front of her. It was acream colour and looked like a sort of cottony fabric with straps.(Hey, don't ask for detailed descriptions, it's not as if I am afashion expert or something!)'Can't I wear a top and a pair of slacks?' I asked, more in hope thanexpectation.'No, you need to wear something that. It must be that old fool Ian, he has always been the strongest of the others, ah well, it's no matter, his mental protections of Mr. Dane will prove useless against a bullet."The intercom buzzed, the pilot making the announcement that they would be landing in Paris in about 10 minutes."Good, a bit of cleaning up to do here and then Ian will understand what it means to get on my bad side" Nicolas smiled as the plane went into a steep turn heading towards Charles De Gaul...."Trouble" the word.