After all Joe Mobana was the eighteen year old son of the president. Already a healthy 20 stone his portly frame showed that although he wore the mili...ary uniform he was no jungle warrior."Miss Goodbody it's so nice to see you again and I must say you're looking lovely as ever."Rachael heard the sarcasm in his voice."Joe, please I just want to leave. Please I never did..." Oh no of course not." The son said hand behind his back; a pale imitation of his father's style."No you never led me on did. "In the kitchen the tasks needed kept their hands off each other. Harry had to 'adjust his dress' to ease the strain on his slacks and Nadine wrapped a kitchen overall around herself to protect her from any scalding hot liquids.Soon they were sat at the small dining table in the kitchen enjoying the fruits of their labours; Harry modestly accepted Nadine's praise for his culinary skills. They finished eating and carried the remains of the wine back into the sitting room."Now Harry darling,". Remove all your clothes. Doctors Hill and Ramsey will be with you in a few minutes.”Melody entered the room. It was only about 12 foot square. In the middle of the floor was the scale that she knew she would have to kneel upon. It was just like she had seen on the TV ad. Next to the weight readout was a shelf and pen where she knew that they would place her credit card receipt to be signed. There were pads on the scale where she would kneel, and a bar over which she would bend. Another bar. We should be boarding in about 20 minutes. Ina thanked the man and closed her window again. She sat back in her seat, took a deep breath and slowly let the air out again to relax a bit. This was the beginning of her holidays, so she was quite exited. She drove all the way down from Denmark in 3 days and today, she drove 7 hours. So she was rather tired from all that motorway driving to Barcelona, where she would get the overnight ferry to Mallorca. Ina took a sip of her water. Yuk, it was.