Please unbutton your shirt.”I played along for a while, allowing him to hook me up to the machine. I was given a stretching band around my chest, wh...ich would measure my breathing rate. Another one went around my belly, to record abdominal breathing. Two sensors went on my fingertips to monitor my nerve activity and my ‘galvanic skin response’, which just means ‘sweatiness’. I’m no doctor, but I’d be amazed if you can read my mind through my fingertips. Another sensor measured my skin. “I am going to find a guide with a car to do a tour of your country which I understand is quite beautiful. I have an eleven morning flight to go back north tomorrow.”“Can I make a suggestion?”“Sure, what is that?”“I don’t have anything pressing on my calendar today. How about if I am your guide as I do know the country quite well and I could show you some very beautiful places?”“On the face of it that sounds great but with your driver and bodyguard accompanying us I would feel a little. I heard my hosts whispering. No words could be discerned but it sounded as if she was pleading with her man against something he was insisting on. When the whispering stopped, the bed creaked and I heard the rustle of clothes being taken off, more creaking, woman’s gasp followed by an unmistakable rhythm of copulating with the man on top. Afraid to make a move, I held my breath listening to the man’s grunting and panting, to woman’s begging him to be quiet, to her whispers turning into. "Joyce had seen Bob Richards looking longingly at Carol and suspected thathe secretly carried the torch for Carol, the store's new sales associate.No wonder: Carol, a fresh faced brunette of twenty three, had caught theeye of half the men in the store. "Besides, the costume's pretty unisex anyway. Just think of Will Ferrelin the 'Elf' movie a couple of Christmases ago."With a gesture that he knew better than to question, Joyce ushered himout of her office. Almost not believing it himself, he.