I took a nap when I got back to the hotel room. I was hungry, but decided I would skip lunch. The diet, I thought, starts now. A beauty sleep would be... a lot better for me than a sandwich. At 3:00 I woke up to the phone. It was Larry. Something had come up about one of the offices 150 miles up the coast. He and one of the vice presidents were going to drive up there, have dinner with the manager, and he wouldn't be back till late, no need for me to stay up. 'Sorry, hon. We'll just reschedule our. ’ she pleaded in desperation. ‘And if I let you in I’ll have to pay.’ ‘Please let me in!’ she cried, almost in tears. We stood looking at each other, her chin quivering rapidly, her arms wrapped around herself trying to stay warm, and I couldn’t give a damn about her. Still, she was determined to get inside at any cost. I wanted nothing to do with this woman, and she could go ‘jump in the river’ for all I cared. My intent was to open the door slightly, forcefully remove her foot and slam it. Oh nonsense “Brian” declared Aunt Sheila, and besides your trousers and ‘Y’ fronts are in the washing machine along with my dress so it will be at least another hour before the cycle finishes, then I will have to dry things and iron your trousers for you, No, I wont hear of it, she said.I will telephone you’re my sister Beverley and explain that you had an accident with a cup of coffee, I am washing your clothes and you are going to stay for dinner this evening, maybe even stay over, what do. At that moment, to him she was the very epitome of all that a submissive male saw in a dominant woman; mature, buxom and physically commanding, her ginger hair making her so spitefully attractive as her grin told him she was more than enthusiastic in showing him her authority. The equally matriarchal blonde sneered with the contempt she’d already mustered for him, after giving a curt glance at the male the two had previously selected, who though welcomed by them in being one they’d used before.