“Red wine, Angostura bitters, mint, quartered Seville oranges and ice,” adding nonchalantly: “and I added a few measures of brandy.” The party...got stuck into the cocktail with relish, nibbling on the salted biscuits which Susan had found in the kitchen pantry. While she went back to replenish the jug, Jen and Ingrid – who were now holding hands - lay back for a snooze.Tim was soon busy on his laptop while Doreen, sitting at the edge of the pool, dangled her legs in the water. She turned to me. I mean, i could die right now and be fine with it. i'd be fine, as long as i was kissing her. Then she slowly parted her lips from mine "What was that for" I asked in a confused tone " Now don’t say that you didn’t want this to happen.I had been observing you from the moment you entered my house.I saw you observing my bra strap while talking to me.and every part of my body when I was serving you at the dinning table. First I thought, maybe i am wrong.That is why I took you to lingerie shop. Fogg and Aouda had missed the steamer. Yes, but it was still more the fault of the traitor who, in order to separate him from his master, and detain the latter at Hong Kong, had inveigled him into getting drunk! He now saw the detective’s trick, and at this moment Mr. Fogg was certainly ruined, his bet was lost, and he himself perhaps arrested and imprisoned! And what of Aouda? At this thought Passepartout tore his hair. Ah, if Fix ever came within his reach, what a settling of accounts there. As Sister Mary recovered, Alexis unbuttoned and removed my shirt and gently rubbed my chest. Sister Mary put her panties back on and pulled her skirt back down. She cleared her throat and asked if we had learned our lesson. Alexis replied, "I'm not sure Mother Superior. Now that I think about, Charles did type up the report. Maybe he should be punished after all." "Perhaps you're right. Charles, assume the position," Sister Mary demanded. I protested but neither of them would hear of it..