It was midweek and fairly empty out there. We rubbed oil on ourselves and lay down on a blanket to catch rays and drink beer. By early afternoon we we...e alone. Debby rubbed some more oil on my back and lay down on her stomach so I could rub some on hers.Looking around, I could see nothing but sand dunes and sandpipers. Straddling her, I untied her bikini top and poured a fair amount of oil down her back. This I rubbed in well, not just oiling her, but massaging her as well. Then, I moved down. ”“I haven’t seen her for a few days,” Peter replied. “But she sounded okay on the phone last night.”“Just okay? Did she sound… normal?”The brief silence that followed told the aristocrat all he needed to know.“Peter she’s behaving strangely again,” he began. “She’s started turning up late for work, disappearing for a few hours during the day and she’s been wearing the most outlandish clothes.”“What do you mean outlandish?” Peter asked. “I know she’s been takin a few risks fashion-wise but I. I locate a hairdryer in one of thedrawers, but it's wired in place and the cord is a little bit short: it'shard to see myself in the mirror.Obviously installed by some fucking male.At last, my hair is sorted and I turn my attention to makeup. Charley iseither much better at this than I am, or makeup just looks better on her:my usual laborious efforts are not required and after just ten minutes I'mlooking nice.I still don't fancy myself, though.I turn my attention to the Agent Provocateur. After being duped into visiting Elizabetta to measure some walls for acustom fresco, he was easily subdued and rendered helpless. The gigolocould only watch when his wife pressed the contents of the syringe, thefirst injection, into his IV tube. Teeth clenched, Senora Gaston cursedat him as it emptied. And just as with Willie, the process was repeatedtwice more in the short period of time with the same result. WithSimone's change complete, Senora Gaston continued her life in Madridrelieved.