She had risen very early, taken a flight to Manchester Airport from Schiphol, been driven up to Cumbria, driven herself from Cumbria back to the Manch...ester suburbs, all the while feeling stressed at her possible cool reception by John, then been welcomed warmly. She had time to think that she felt so much at home there in his house as she always had, before she fell deeply asleep.John had worked all day at the Hostel until very late, and knew he was delighted to have Claire under his roof. Julie’s large, floppy sun hat and oversized sunglasses had served their purpose and were no longer needed. She was wearing a light dress and ordinary sunglasses now. ‘For future reference, Master,’ Julie said as she leaned on his shoulder. ‘I pre-approve any caper that involves me wearing a hat.’ ‘No one should ever have to justify a big floppy hat, Mistress.’ Troy responded. They walked in silence for a few more minutes, simply enjoying the scenery and each other’s presence. Eventually, Julie. Well, I could not help a moan escape out of my lips.I knew my small boobs were getting crushed against his hard chest and that thought/feeling caused a jolt of electricity through my body. I was blushing red and gasping for breath when he let go and realized I am now trying to recover from my own heart attack. Uncle laughed at my reaction as if he got his revenge.I looked down to get my blush under control, I saw the flowers in his hands. “Are they for me?” I asked. “Yes,” he said as he turned. They greeted each other warmly and were shown to a table by a window. The city glowed beneath them, all bright lights and electric beauty. The night air was crisp although the restaurant was pleasantly warm. Beth ran her fingers across the thick linen tablecloth, then touched the heavy silverware and delicate glasses. "I love this place," she said. "I would love to live in this area and dine here all the time." "Wait until you try the food. It's even better than you think." Mark had been.