.. I don't know, wrong. I chucked my pants on the floor, ripped off my shirt and wandered naked into the bathroom. I couldn't find the light and fiddl...ed around a bit. Once I found it, it wouldn't switch on. Fuck, I thought to myself. I flicked it on and off, on and off, wondering if there was another light somewhere. I heard footsteps coming along the hallway, so obviously Chantelle was coming. Shit. 'Hell Max, what are you tryna do to the light-switch?' 'Wait, wait don't come in'. I said back. The view from the outdoor “patio” was spectacular! We could see from the Atlantic Ocean to Hialeah. This was as posh as it was possible to get, and Nancy and I knew that it would be a long time, if ever, before we could afford something like this on our own.That evening, The Quintons decided to stay at the hotel and visit their best (defined as most expensive) restaurant and clubs for dancing after dinner. Fortunately, we had been clued in by Mrs. Quinton as to the clothes to bring, so we wore. For the next two weeks we talked, email every day and our conversations were very XXX in very graphic details.She stated one evening while chatting that she would like to get together and if I was really interested. I have to admit I was very intrigued by her….even after the first “crazy “contact. I agreed to meet with her at a restaurant which she said was on her side of town.I really had no expectations for that evening; I was looking forward to meet with her and see how it went and take it. By this time, she had mastered the problem of muzzle rise during automatic fire, and she was able to mow down the other three kidnappers. Our client was safe because he had caught his pants pocket on the arm of the seat and could not stand up all of the way. That was what had distracted the kidnappers, and he dove to the floor at the sound of the first shot; to Hell with his pants pocket! I also hit the floor to get out of Nancy’s way.Once we were sure that the excitement was over, I rang for.