It wasn’t hard to imagine how his hair got like that. He’d probably been running his fingers through it, holding it out his eyes the entire ride t...here. Even now, he eased his fingers through the silkiness of his hair, his palm resting against his forehead as his fingers disappearing into it. His eyes scanned the room and, turning back to Raine, asked the question he didn’t need to voice. ‘She went back to bed.’ said Raine, her side curved into the back of the sofa as her head gently dipped into. But I knew this was different. I was silent and let him hold me. It seemed to last for a long time and I must have been tense because he reached up to my head and lent it against his chest. I didn't resist. I felt powerless to resist and I knew that I didn't want to resist. I was glad to feel powerless as it stopped me feeling guilty (though obviously those thought weren't consciously thought at the time). Anyway it worked. With my head against his chest I felt myself exhale and relax and I. ‘Oh sure, you can ask. I got an e-mail from Stan Kenzo.’ My stomach heaved. ‘Stan was thrilled that you got in touch with him during your trip, so he got to thinking that it had been a long time since he and I had communicated. He looked up my e-mail address in the alumni directory. And such a coincidence that you and Sasha were on the same flight! Unbelievable! Although, you know, that by itself was plausible. Didn’t really arouse my suspicion, even when you didn’t say anything to me in your. ’ ‘I have,’ she paused, ‘on special occasions for special customers.’ ‘And how does one attain special status?’ ‘Being a delightful luncheon companion doesn’t hurt.’ I laughed and said, ‘Then perhaps we can conduct some business after lunch.’ We ate and talked and then walked back to her shop. We discussed clothing styles and fabrics and then she said, ‘I’ll have to measure you.’ ‘Madame, you have already taken my measurement’, I thought to myself and I said, ‘Should I keep my suit on?’ ‘It.