The words came out hesitantly. I feared I was pushing too hard so I stepped back. ”Tis your mind, my love,’ I said as I rolled a set of matching ...ips, sixes. The roll brought a smile to my face. At least I had a chance to move one of my pieces off the board. It was a meaningless need since it did not affect the outcome, but it felt good. Mylle silently rolled, and mindlessly moved off two more of her pieces. Her victory did not generate the smile I had expected. We parted with small words,. I went up to Room 319 at the appointed time, and joined the other three men in suits, and took a glass of the offered champagne. Catherine came out from the bedroom alcove, dressed in an outfit that screamed lust, celebration, and unfettered womanhood. She wore six inch blood red high heels, the black tight bodice, pushing up her creamy white breasts. The black silk stockings and suspender belt drawing men’s eyes to that white soft band of exposed thigh. The tiny, tight g-string, bulged with. The scenery was great. The weather suddenly changed and clouds started to gather. Stormy winds started blowing. I was in the air tight room, but I can see the Mountain View from the glass window. It was so pleasant.It became dark like a night in day time. I was thrilled. Suddenly there were thunders and lightening. Rain started pouring heavily. When thunder storms increased, I was panicked and shout with shiver and took two steps back from the window glass. I stumbled with something, I looked. Elizabeth moved over and sat on the sofa opposite.After a bit of murmuring, the two women managed to sit up and face Elizabeth. The one on the outside turned out to be the new and improved Tracy. Gail looked equally impressive. Elizabeth hooted and cheered. She bounced up, pulling the two women upright as well."Turn round, let me look at you!" marvelled Elizabeth. Both women made a slow pirouette. "Bravo! Do you like it?" she asked.Now both women started talking excitedly. Elizabeth couldn't.