I see in her eyes that she want it but at this stage her brain still tries to reason that she shouldnt.. she kisses me a last time and goes to her roo..... i try texting her several times and finally decide that i go for it.. so 15 mins after she left my room i go to her room and knock.. she opens the door in a tshirt and panties .. i stand there and say i havnt seen the view from your room.. she drags me into the room. she lies herself onto the bed and tells me to strip to my underpants.. once. He collected the payment and left after stretching the curtain properly. We were allowed to enjoy for one hour. I again chatted with her:Me: Champa, what is the difference between Babloo’s instrument and mine?She: Dada, almost same but I think Babloo’s instrument is larger than you. It may be due to his young age.Me: Can you distinguish and identify separately, if only mine and Babloo’s instruments are shown to you, covering other parts of body?She: Of course yes, it is so simple. Firstly,. “You’re Faye Millerton.” I hate it when people say that. It’s as if I might have forgotten and the temptation is always to reply with something like, “Gosh, really? I thought I was Joan of Arc,” but I didn’t because the woman who said it was tall, slim, very short-haired, a little more than slightly androgynous (which often does it for me) and a front bench member of the government. “You’re Martina Hope.” She smiled. Who wouldn’t recognise the Home Secretary? What if I were to be photographed. “Cool, more drinks” she said. So we downed a good few as well as having a good chat and bit of a holiday boogie with lots of the others.Towards the end of the night, we told Rosie we were off, she asked us if she could still stay on our boat and we told her sure. She told us she would go and get her bedding and a couple of bottles as they had loads on their boat, all freebies. She rocked up at our boat about 15 mins later bedding, wash bag and a bottle of Brandy in hand. “Is one enough?” she.