Hell the dress was too short for nylons, the garter straps would show; and besides, with the tan she was sporting she didn't need to wear any hosiery....I whispered that she looked beautiful. She said thanks and held the hem of her dress out a little at each side as she did a slow graceful pirouette. She glowed. There was no other word for it. Then I whispered that she was way overdressed. I was wearing cut-off jeans, sandals and a Deadhead tee shirt. She laughed and whispered back that Jeff had. We all were sitting on the sofa when Vicky offered to move to the bedroom. Once in the room Vicky asked me to be a gentleman and sat on the couch.I went to Swati and started kissing her. She responded but was not as wild as she was earlier. I guessed it was because of her husband being on our side. I sensed the tension and then parted. I went to Vicky, requesting him to pour himself the leftover wine and finish it and come.I explained that she won’t be comfortable if you sit here like this.. ”“That’s silly. If you don’t yet trust me enough to stay here I’ll manage without the wine.”She thought for a few moments and then said, “It isn’t that I don’t trust you. I don’t have any night things here to start with, then there’s a toothbrush and a hairbrush, and so on.”David seized the possibility, “As you know the guest room has its own en suite with a brand new disposable toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. You could make do with your photo modelling nightwear perhaps, or the pick of. Debbie, Kath, and Jon are missing too. I go to ask about their absence, then I remember I didn’t see Robert at the front desk on my way through, either. I suspect they’re off recording. I check for the manuscripts, and I find them gone. Sighing, I call my girls in, and we get organised to do some paid work.Tora lifts the boxes up to the desk beside mine, and cuts them open. Belle takes the books out, and places them before me with the flyleaf open. I sign them with the dedication Jeff wants..