" We made a few more stops, bought some souvenirs, etc, but the evening was a haze to me. I was under Freddie's spell. Finally Freddie and Ryan agreed... that we should go back to the hotel. As we neared the hotel, Freddie was going to drop us off at the door when Ryan told him to park his car and invited him in for a cocktail. Freddie graciously accepted the offer, but expected the drinks to be served in the lounge. When we took him to the elevator, he was surprised, but didn't say anything. When. I held her firmly, so she could feel my power and control.I released her and smiled, I said lets get some ice cream and a drink and talk.We talked for a long time, she learned more about me and I her. She was less nervous, I asked her, "well my dear, are you ready for a motorcycle ride" -- yes, she was nervous but ready. As we walked to the bike Cammie noted, "oh shit, I have this dress on you told me to wear" I told her that's cool, just stuff it tight between your legs and you will be OK, I. I had promised Madame to plough the estate’s fields, and so it was I who came back to the château, and he who left for London.”My explanation did nothing to ameliorate her anger.“You were fearful of Woody bedding Madame before you. She favoured him over you — as do we all!”I ignored this, possibly true, explanation.“You may believe that, if it makes you feel better, however your uncalled for behaviour towards me has led me to neglect a duty. I have to apologise to you, Mimi, for not passing on. She is the GPthat all the students are registered with. She is part of a doctor'spractice in Milton Keynes and yes, she can be trusted. Tennis is thewrong sport. Do any of you watch rugby?"There were a few nods and a few verbal "yeah's"."Do you ever remember someone called Stuart Barker?" The hero of Wigan?" asked Lewis."That's the one. That is who Dr Sue used to be." Shit!" swore Lewis. "I remember seeing historic Wigan matches on DVD.Stuart was very masculine. Is she passable?" Very. .