And so she made the vital phone call. Her hand trembled as she pressed each treacherous number and the blood banged in her ears as the phone rang out....Then he answered and she had to quell the shake in her voice.“Gavin?”“Amanda.”“It’s wrong. Let’s do it.”“When?”“Tomorrow night. How does that suit?”“It suits fine. Apartment Nine, Albion Court, off High Street Kensington. Eight o’clock.”“I’d prefer nine. It’ll make things simpler.”“Nine works too. Wear a coat and heels.”“And …?”“A touch of. However, I controlled my excitement at that point. I was on a dry spell for almost a month and now I just wanted her badly. Our food was served and while eating we didn’t talk much but the top two buttons of her shirt were open and I was stealing glances at her deep cleavage which she did notice that. As usual, she just let it go and didn’t say anything. Our legs were in the same position, in fact, closer than before and she did feed me a couple of bites of her steak and I was really amused.We. We could go on the ferry across to Amsterdam, make it a long weekend, have some real fun, and you could see your kid during the week to make up not seeing him this weekend. How about it? Sounds good?’ Slipping her arms around his neck, and rubbing her body up against his, she whispered to him, ‘I hear they have all types of fun things to do in Amsterdam, things you would really like, away from small prying eyes. Things I would like to do to you, and you to do to me.’ Gary slipped his arms. "You're a 38-34-40. Quite the youngwoman I'd say. Finally I'd just like to take a few photos." Ritchie thenproduced a small camera from up his sleeve and took a quick snapshot.Quickly Ritchie hid the camera and tape measure again in his trousers andwent in close to hug Julia."Hey sis, I'm sure we'll get you out of here soon," he said as the GreekPolicewoman opened the door. Ritchie was pressed up close against Julia'samble chest and Malcolm could she the musky aftershave that Ritchie.