" she said, sitting forward on the seat."Relax. He'll get here, eventually." said Justine, putting a comforting hand on Caroline's shoulder and gently... pulling her back into the sofa. "There's no rush now is there?"Caroline sank back into the cushions, shrugging. Justine was right. There was nowhere she could go for the time being and it really was very comfortable where she was although, she was finding it difficult not to notice the fact that her host's kimono was leaving a lot of her body. Strange. The monks had been Irish, not from Scotland. [The Schottenstift, formally called Benediktinerabtei unserer Lieben Frau zu den Schotten, was founded in 1155 when Henry II of Austria brought Irish monks to Vienna. The monks didn’t come directly from Ireland, but from the Scots Monastery in Regensburg, Germany.]It looked as though there were tables in the garden, so I entered. An aproned waiter intercepted me.“May I help you, sir?”“It’s a bit early, but perhaps a glass of. Park in garage, disconnect car battery. Leave all clothing in house, both put on scrubs in bedroom. Nuke all electronics, use sweeper device on table, make sure not bugged. Go out back, cut thru trees, to: 13523 Copper Bunk Rd. Path isn’t worn, but he should see. Take new IDs, cards and car. Only comm thru mutual friend after. Memorize and destroy. He signed it ‘S’.”“Good thinking, Spooky.” He muttered. “The Sergeant Major your ‘mutual friend’?”“Yeah, I think so.” She agreed.“So that asshole. He smiled, pulled the armrest up, and patted the seat between them. She released her seatbelt and slid next to him. While she secured the center seatbelt around her, he put his hand on her leg and moved it up to her crotch. She parted her legs, giving him access to the gusset of her panties.At the marina, Cliff and Tammy went to the boat. He repeated the things he told her the day before and pointed out a few other things she needed to know.They climbed aboard, and he explained the process.