Wrapping thetowel around me, sarong style, I tended to my hair which I hadn'tbothered to wash seeing as how Nancy was going to wash and set it atthe s...alon anyway. I brushed it and it seemed to just fall almostautomatically into gentle waves that cascaded down my back, almost tothe small of my back. I quickly cleaned up after myself and went intothe bedroom and got dressed. Nothing elaborate. Just a comfortablepair of slacks and a blouse, over a plain white bra and cottonpanties. A pair of socks. " George was conscious that he was babbling on and that time was drifting by. "I really have to go," he said, following Allison out."Yes," said Alison, "yes, of course. Well, I'm sorry to have bothered you. Good evening Mr Franks."George breathed a sigh of relief and headed off towards Erica's.Hoping for another opportunity to worship at Erica's feet, George presented himself promptly. The Erica that confronted him on his arrival this time though was not the feminine, simply dressed woman of. She found it an effort not to stare at her during the trip to the Cotswold’s. The woman’s magnetism was so powerful that had they not been sitting in bucket seats; she might be overcome by an urge to move closer to her. No other woman in her life had stirred her to her core in this way. It was unsettling. She couldn’t get over the fact that Colette was the one who had mentored Arthur’s accomplished sexual technique.During their time at Bourne on the Water Colette was a perfect host who made her. Why didn’t I just get naked and climb into bed or better yet, climb into their bed? Why didn’t I at least ask if I could join them? If I had learned one thing about Tom over the past few days, it was that he seemed to be game for just about anything that felt good as long as no one got hurt or it was i*****l. After a few more drinks I stumbled back to the room, but the sign was still on the door. I headed back down to the lobby and grabbed a chair where I quickly fell asl**p. The next thing I.