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Chapter 7 - The Photograph I went upstairs and found Anne sitting up, waiting for me. "You're back early," she said, "Everything go alright. Did you enjoy it?" "Yes," I said, "but are all operas like that. So sad?" "I don't really know, but does it matter if you had a good evening? How was your date, did Cindy find you someone nice?" "Er... Yes," I said, "he was alright! He knew lots about the opera too!" "And did you feel OK dressed up like that, did anyone notice you?" "You know," I said, "after the first few minutes, I never gave it another thought! I suppose it was always meant to be like this, its just taking me some time to accept it! The problem was that Cindy never told Bill that I am not a real girl, so I had to be on my guard for the whole night in case something slipped out!" "And did he find out?" "No, I don't think so, at least if he did notice anything it didn't stop him!" "Stop him?" I explained to Anne that I had left before the after show reception had really got started, that we had left Cindy there and Bill had brought me home. Then I explained that he had given me a kiss!" "Awwww! A goodnight kiss, that's nice," said Anne. "No! It wasn't that sort of kiss," I said, "it was an "invite-me-in- for-coffee-and-I'll-take-you-to-bed-and-give-you-the-fucking-of-your- life sort of kiss." "Oh, amazing," said Anne, "I never get those sort of kisses. Why didn't you invite him in then, I could have left you to it, you know!" "Anne! Really! I'm not that sort of girl!" I protested. "My dear, we are all that sort of girl," said Anne, "and once that new hormone dose kicks in, well..... look, Victoria, you just have to accept it, you have become a desirable woman. Here is a complete stranger, wanting to take you to bed after just a few hours of knowing you. Would you have said 'No!' if he had offered and I wasn't here?" "I don't know what I would have said," I replied. "Then I don't understand," said Anne, "why are you doing all this?" "Because," I said, "I am a woman stuck inside this body which doesn't really fit with who I think I am." "And are you a gay or heterosexual woman?" asked Anne "What," I said, "er... well... I don't really know how to answer that, I mean how can you define.. its a bit.. er.. I suppose..." I tailed off. "Let me put bluntly, then, if that's alright?" I nodded. "Do you prefer a man or a women as a sexual partner?" "I hadn't thought, really! Its all a bit confusing, I like both I suppose, but what I really like," I said, "if I can tell you?" "Of course, you can tell me anything!" "I like..." I said. "Yes?" "Well... actually... it's... cocks! I don't actually mind who has it, as long as I can get it inside me. Are you shocked?" "No," said Anne, "not at all, its the same for me too! Now tell me, do you like to be in charge, or do you like your partner to be in charge? You know, to take the lead?" "Er.... What do you mean?" "Well, would you kiss someone before they kissed you, or would you wait to be kissed before you kissed them back?" "Oh I couldn't kiss someone, unless I knew they wanted me to," I said, "it would be so embarrassing!" "Ah that's where we are different then," she said, "when I know what I want, I go and get it! Not that I've had much chance recently!" "Oh really, why not?" "Since I split from my husband, the cheating louse!" she said, "I've spent too much time with my children and making a living, but now that they have both left home, maybe things will start to change!" "Maybe they will!" "So, you are a bi-submissive bottom, and I am a heterosexual domme top, sort of," said Anne. "A submissive bottom?" I said. "Sounds like a messy medical condition!" "Yes - you like to take a back-seat, to let others make the running and let them "penetrate" you, to put it crudely!" said Anne, "whereas, I like to be in charge and, although I like to be penetrated too, as you saw in the dungeon - god that was so intense, I decide the when and the where! Of course, that's just the theory and I've probably got it completely wrong, but its something like that!" "So isn't that what most girls are like then," I asked, "letting their man take charge?" "You've got a lot to learn," said Anne. "Cindy told me that, too!" I said. "I'm not like that, as I've just said, and I don't think Alex is, either!" "Oh!" I said, "I suppose not." "Look, it's far too late for conversations like this, lets get you out of the dress, beautiful as it is and we can begin again in the morning!" ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- o ---- Morning came too quickly and I was still tired, so much so that I fell back to sleep again after Anne had brought me my morning tea. It was 10.30 before I finally got into the shower and 11.00 before I was down for breakfast, dressed in a silk leopard print oversized jacket and trousers with matching black mules. My hair was wet but loosely styled into the long bob style I had been given at the salon. "I forgot to tell you last night," said Anne, "but I got you an appointment at the newspaper on Monday morning, just before lunch!" "Wow, that was quick!" "Well, its a weekly, so the later in the week it gets, the more stressed they are, actually, they seemed quite happy to make an appointment for you!" "Did you tell them what it was about?" I said, crunching a piece of toast. "No, I just said you wanted to talk about some photographs!" "They probably think I want them to take some of me!" I said. "Oh, shall I phone them and tell them what you really want. Then?" "No, they'll find out soon enough!" The weekend passed slowly. I rested up and spent some time on the roof terrace topping up my tan, although I had to keep my new breasts well covered up not wishing to get them burned. Anne stayed the weekend too, and came and sat with me whenever she had time. On Monday morning, I had facial treatments at Cindy's, soothing my face, which was not used to too much sun. I went to the newspaper offices directly and a saw a sub-editor John Ainsworth, but got nowhere. "I got nowhere!" I said to Anne on my return. "The editor was out, so I got this sub-editor guy who said that the photo was nothing to do with them because it was in an advertising feature, sent in by one of their sponsors. They just printed it." "Hmmmmm!" said Anne. "Did he tell you who it was, then!" "No," I said, "he said that it was confidential!" "Pah! Confidential! Rubbish!" spat Anne, "he's just hiding behind that, what was his name this sub-editor? I'm going to write to the editor and give him a piece of my mind!" "It was John Ainsworth, but I don't think it will do any good," I said, "they'll just add it to the bottom of the pile of all the other complaints they get!" "Ainsworth?" said Anne. "Did you say Ainsworth? John Ainsworth?" "Yes!" "Well, I'll be...." "What?" "You remember that I said that Giovanna Wilson was called Anna something-or-other, but I couldn't remember what, when I knew her at school." "Yes?" "Well you just reminded me - It was Ainsworth, Anna Ainsworth and she had a younger brother, called John!.. Bingo!.. I know exactly how that photograph got into the paper!" "So you think that..... !" I said. "Yes," said Anne, "he's stolen the photo and got the paper to publish it!" "But why, what good would it do him?" "A group of topless, latex clad girls frolicking in a Jacuzzi, with his name in the text underneath saying he runs a string of nightclubs - its free publicity. The girls are not anything to do with him and it wasn't even his Jacuzzi. In fact, the paper probably even paid him for the article too!" "What a scum-bag! Where does this Wilson guy hang out then?" I asked. "I don't know, but his nightclub is right in the city centre, its just around the corner from the Opera house, actually, although you wouldn't know. It has one of those small entrances, but inside its huge. It stretches out behind all the buildings on the street and actually, I think there are offices above it - I bet he has one of those. I'll find out!" "OK, I have to be back at Cindy's at two-thirty. Its the day I have a full body massage, so I'd better get going!" ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- o ---- "You know, I'm really impressed with her after the boob job," said Anne, "her confidence seems to be blossoming!" "I see the same too," said Cindy, "she's with Amber now having her massage, but she seems to have forgotten about having her new breasts - she really doesn't know what she has there. Men will just be falling over themselves for a date with her if we can just persuade her to give them a bit more exposure!" "We had a little chat about that the other day; about whether she preferred boys or girls." "Oh, and what did she say?" "Well, I really think she prefers boys, but what she actually said was that what really likes is... well, you know, cocks," whispered Anne, "but I think she is a bit confused about what that means! You know, there's a choice for her between boy-cock and girl-cock and I don't think she has decided if she needs one or the other, or even both. I think, if I had to say, that she will prefer boy-cock when it all comes down to it! I know I do! The trouble is that she lacks the experience. We got it when we were in our teens. Victoria's in her 30's physically, but mentally she's a 14 or 15 year old girl with all that learning to do and with the extra tablets we are giving her, her hormones are all over the place, just like any teen." "That's true," said Cindy, "do we need to do anything more to help with that?" "No, its OK," I'll take care of it. I'm just going to do the same thing with her that I did with my daughter 10 years ago, take her shopping! She's never been shopping as a girl, so it will be a whole new experience. I'm going to get her to buy something she likes for a change. All these clothes she has in the wardrobes are OK, but they are very "sensible". I've been buying her some more normal stuff, but its not the same. She has to be able to create her own look, you know? At the moment, she wears what someone tells her to wear!" "Good thinking," said Cindy. "And then its time she put herself about a bit and went on some dates, with strangers, she'll soon find out what she likes and what she doesn't. So, I am right, Dave Wilson's office is above his club in Cambridge Street?" "Yes, that's where I went to meet Giovanna when we got the contract to look after all her dancers and hostesses." "You take care of all her staff?" "No, not anymore, they wouldn't take any notice of what we told them, they all thought that they knew better, well, the few of them that turned up for their appointments that is, the rest of them were probably still in bed, and probably not their own beds either, if you know what I mean!" "OK, yes, cool!" "So! Gotta go now, stuff to do," said Cindy, "but its been great chatting, lets go out one night, we haven't done that in ages. You can fill me in with all the gossip!" "OK, good idea, I'll check my diary and let you know!" "Bye!" "Bye!" and with that I put the phone down and immediately picked it up again to arrange a meeting for me and Victoria with Dave Wilson. ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- o ---- "I've checked your diary, and you have nothing doing at Cindy's on Wednesday afternoon," Anne said to me when I arrived back that evening. "Oh, really?" "Yes, so why don't we go for a shopping spree in the afternoon, and its late night shopping. I can collect you from the salon, we can go to lunch and then hit the shops!" "Sounds good to me," I said, "is there something in particular you need?" "Yes," she said, "but I'll tell you over lunch on Wednesday!" Wednesday morning was the time I spent with Cindy's manicurist. Hand massage with a variety of products and attention to cuticles and nails. My nails were still in good condition, but because I was with her every week for a whole six months, the manicurist Ashlee, often used my nails to try out new treatments and styles.. Today, she was trying out a new set of colours which had just arrived from Cindy's supplier. They were a rather dull set of pale pastels I thought and I had just been given a coating of pale lilac and was getting it dry. "That looks rather dull," said Ashlee, smiling, she had obviously seen the look of disapproval on my face, "but don't worry, we'll soon fix that! Just be patient!" About ten minutes later she came back with small bottle of a purple metallic polish. It had a really fine brush on the end and she streaked my nails diagonally with a few fine lines. Again more drying time under the fans. "That looks better," I said. "Oh! We are not finished yet, just wait!" After another 10 minutes she came back with yet another bottle. "Its an iridescent top coat," she said, "it's actually multi-chrome chameleon top coat!" "And what does it do?" I asked as she painted it on. "It changes colour depending on where the light hits it, but its a glaze, so you can still see the original nail colour underneath in the places where the light doesn't hit it, if that makes sense. Its amazing, I've never seen anything like it before and its very hard to get hold of at the moment, you will probably be the only person wearing this around here, except for me, of course!" More drying time under the fans, then finished, and Ashlee was right, as I moved my hand about, there was an iridescent glow from my nails. You could still see the lilac shade below, but the nail was covered in symmetrical stripes of colour which blended seamlessly from one colour into the next. "Wow, how strange is that?" I said. "Yes," said Ashlee, "and those iridescent colours are supposed to change shades, depending what sort of light you are in. They will look different outside, or if you are under spotlights, for example. Let me know how it goes, especially if it chips off or anything!" "I will!" "OK, slide your fingers into this bowl of water, its been iced, so it will be cold, but you only have to keep them in it for a minute or so!" "What on earth for?" "It sets the polish nice and hard!" The water was really cold, but it was soon over and as Ashlee had said, it really did feel like it was set hard." Anne arrived and we went for lunch at Carlo's. "What is it that you want when we are out shopping this afternoon, then," I asked, "you said you'd tell me at lunch?" "What I want," said Anne, "is for you to spend some of all that money you have on some clothes!" "But I've got wardrobes full of clothes already, haven't I, you must know that, you put them all in there!" "Yes, but those are other people's choice of clothes, the stylists for the film company who were styling a character in a film, not a real person, and definitely not you! You didn't choose them and almost of all of them are styled for an older person, not someone in their thirties like you. They make you look older than you actually are! Now, I've been doing some research on line and I have a list of places to go for some good quality, but fashionable clothes. If we cant find you something wearable and up to the minute in a city like this, then I will give up. I am trained to do this professionally, you know, so, put yourself in my hands and we'll have you looking like a "hot chick" in no time!" "A hot chick?" I said. "Well that's what the guys used to call me when I was in my 20's," she said, "its probably a wicked babe, or something like that these days, I really don't keep up with these things, but know what I mean!" "Well, I think so," I said, "but why now?" "You need to get out and meet people, and you will never meet the right sort of person just wearing the stuff you've got in your wardrobes now, take it from me! Oh, and we need to get some suitable stuff for a night out clubbing, I thought we could give this Club in Cambridge Street the once over on Friday, so we'll need to find a disguise so we can blend in! Those are really cool nails, by the way, are they "Cindy Specials"?" "No, its all Ashlee's doing, she's a really good nail Tech. I'm testing them out, its something new, Chameleon something or other!" "Well, they are certainly different!" "OK! I suppose we'd better go then!" We returned late, in a Taxi with more bags than we could easily carry. I even persuaded Anne to buy a dress from the club wear shop she took me to, although I had severe doubts about both of the outfits she made me buy! Friday came round quickly and the chameleon nail polish had lasted well. When I told Ashlee where we were going, she gave me some matching chameleon lip gloss. Although it changed colour a little in normal light, it was supposed to glow multicolours under UV lamps. I rushed home from Cindy's to get ready for the night out. "Alex will be here at 7.00," said Anne, "I thought three heads would be better than one and we haven't seen her for ages." "You did tell her where we are going?" I said, "she'll have to come dressed for the occasion!" "Yes," she told me, "and she sounded really excited about it. So come on, go and get showered and changed. I've just got to put on my make-up and get dressed." The door bell rang. It was Alex. Anne let her in and she came up in the lift! "Where's Vicky?" she asked. "That's a pretty smooth outfit, Anne." "She's still upstairs finishing her make-up, do you like it, I got it Wednesday when we were at the shops. Vicky told me to get it! You don't think its a bit to risqu? for someone as ancient as me?" "Absolutely not! If you've got it, flaunt it!" said Alex, who was wearing a tight white Lycra halter necked mini dress and matching white patent stiletto knee boots. "It looks OK from the front, what with the rhinestone collar and cuffs and its not too short, just above the knee, but I'm not sure its just not too tight, although it is stretchy. And what about the back," said Anne, turning to show Alex that the back of the dress was completely cut away, the missing black shiny PVC fabric had been replaced by fine black mesh. "Its so low, I struggled to find any knickers that would fit without showing." "Anne!" said Alex. "I thought you of all people would know, its supposed to be worn without knickers!" "Well, I couldn't actually find any I could wear," she said, "not without them showing, so I'm not actually wearing any! It feels really wicked, especially with these ankle straps!" pointing down at a pair of black patent platform double ankle-strap sandals, the back of the heels encrusted with rhinestones too. "Your what they call in the States a "Hot Mature"," said Alex, "at least that's what Ralph is always going on about when he calls me - its some project he's working on, you know, the usual Ralph! Where is that girl, it had better be worth waiting for!" "Of course, you haven't seen them since she's healed up, have you. The bandages were still on last time you were here. Oh, here she comes now!" I came down stairs to find Alex and Anne ready and waiting for me. Alex looked rather shocked as I appeared. "What's wrong," I asked, "is something out of place?" "I never imagined......" said Alex in a low voice. "How much weight have you lost?" "About five or six kilos, I suppose." "Nine and a half, to be precise," said Anne, "that's a stone and a half or twenty-one pounds in English! But, don't forget that with all the exercises, lots of fat has been converted to muscle too, but in the right places and with the hormones, its been moved about to a more female location." "Has it?" I asked. "Yes, just look at that waist you have!" I looked down but could see nothing different " - 28" waist, 37?" hips and 38" bust," Anne went on, "five feet seven tall and 140 lbs, cup size DD! And shown off to perfection in that outfit!" I was wearing a black bodysuit made in a slightly shiny stretchy fabric with a random pattern of narrow curvy lines in pastel colours of the same fabric sewn all over it. It was like a pair of short, shorts stitched to a short sleeved tee shirt, except that it fastened up the front with an oversized chrome zip, ending below the bust and fitted with a large chrome ring-pull. The top half was like a bra-top with under-wires that supported the cups, which were cut away to reveal the top of my new breasts and a sizeable amount of cleavage. I was wearing a rather exotic make-up with dark eyes and my new lip gloss. I had sprinkled my chest and the tops of my breasts with a nude glitter powder too. My outfit was completed with black tights and black suede over- the-knee boots with metal stiletto heels and a large fake chrome ring shaped buckle on the outside of each boot which matched the ring which sat just below my bust. "The shop assistant said that these strips will glow in the dark, when there is UV light on, which is what my lip gloss and nails are supposed to do too!" I said, "I thought it would be great when I chose it, but now.... you don't think its all a bit too much, do you?" Alex shook her head slowly, "Oh, Victoria, Victoria, just don't worry," she said, "it looks great, you will knock 'em dead, just have confidence in yourself. In any case, who gives a stuff what anyone thinks, you look great, doesn't she Anne? If you feel good, who cares anyway!" The Taxi arrived. We grabbed our coats and handbags. I was wearing a black leather jacket with studded shoulders, Alex had a white shiny PVC mac that matched her boots and Anne had a black shiny trench coat. It deposited us outside the front door of the club, where the doorman looked us up and down! "Good evening, ladies," he said. "Just the three of you? We nodded. "You may go in then, its free entry for ladies before 9." We passed into the entrance hall and checked our coats. Next stop was bag search which we passed with no problem. A hostess in what looked like a costume for ice skating in, with a very short skirt that stuck out at right angles asked if we had been before. We said no, so she gave us a brief description of what was available and where. We decided to go up to the third floor where she said that there was a quieter bar area for chatting. "Be sure to be back to the main floor for 10," she said. "DJ Hilton starts the mega-mix dance program at 10." We found our way up the stairs and sat on a set of sofas around a small table. We ordered drinks and compared notes. "Its a big place, you get no idea from the outside," said Anne, "and three floors too!" "Well it's actually four floors," said Alex. "Look there's a staircase over there where that security guy is standing. I've been watching and its couples going up there. It's girls from the club, dancers, with guys, so far, look there's another!" We turned to watch as one of the clubs dancers walked past the guard, hand in hand with a guy. "I've seen guys come down again, but so far, none of the girls." "I wonder what happens up there, then," said Anne. "I've a pretty good idea," said Alex, and with that, finished her drink, got up and walked over to the security guy. "What's she doing, she'll get us thrown out!" I said. Alex was chatting with the guard, smiling and gesturing, then pointing upstairs. More gesturing, then she kissed him on the cheek and walked away, blowing him a kiss. "Like putty in my hands!" she said resuming her seat. The waitress arrived again with another round of drinks. "Great," said Alex, "I could do with another after all that, but I thought it was my round?" "Excuse me," I said to the waitress, who was also dressed like an ice skater "but we didn't order any more drinks!" "They are from the men at the end of the bar," she said. We turned to see a group of men standing at the bar. As we looked they raised their glasses in a toast. "What do we do now?" I hissed. "Just pick up your glasses, smile and toast them back, then take a sip." said Alex, its just a stupid game men play, they think that because they've bought you a drink, it will be easier to get what they want when they come over. We did what she said and they smiled back at us. "But they are not coming over!" I said. "Oh they will, they will!" said Anne, giggling, "after all, they have made an investment in us now we have accepted their drinks and they'll be looking for a return!" "Did you find out anything from the security guy then?" "He said that he couldn't tell me anything except that the floor above is private function rooms!" said Alex. "Oh," I said, "you were there ages is that all he said!" "Well, with a bit of "persuasion", he told me that the pole dancers and table dancers form the second floor take their "clients" upstairs for private "dances". They are not allowed to touch the girls on the second floor, but presumably, once they have a private session, they can negotiate what they like." "So its just a brothel, then," I said. "In practice, probably yes, but legally, probably no!" said Alex. "What happens on the first floor then," asked Anne, "I didn't hear what she said when we were downstairs?" "It's Karaoke bars, two public ones and four for private parties." "Oh!" "Look out, they're coming over!" "Hello ladies, are you enjoying yourselves tonight. How were the drinks?" "Yes, thanks," said Alex, "you wouldn't be trying to get us drunk so you could get your hands in our knickers, would you?" "Er.... well, no!" said the guy, rather taken aback. "Alex!" I said, "really!" "Oh, it's OK, Victoria, I just want to let everybody know where they stand, it wouldn't be fair not to," she said, turning back to the guy again, "you see, for a start, one of us isn't actually wearing any knickers, so you'd be wasting your time trying and two of us are trans- gender, so, I'll make a deal with you, if you can guess which of us is which we might consider it! Oh, and thanks again for the drinks, they are very refreshing!" The guys beat a hasty retreat! "Alex, really, what are you saying, it's so embarrassing!" "Do you fancy any of them? No, I thought not, so why mess about, its just a try on, they are fishing for what they can get! They certainly ain't gonna catch me, not with the bait they are using at the moment, anyway!" "Well I should hope not. Although if you aren't wearing knickers dressed in a skirt as short as that, you deserve all you get!" "But I am wearing knickers," said Alex, raising the hem of her dress to reveal a minute white mesh thong, through which you could clearly see her hairless pussy, "it's Anne who isn't!" "Shhhhhhh!" said Anne. "Or they'll hear you!" "I'm going to the ladies room," I said, keep my seat warm for me. I took my bag and went around behind the bar, following the signs. The corridor was dimly lit and as I turned the corner I walked straight into someone coming the other way. I was momentarily disorientated, but found when I had recovered myself, that I was being held up by a rather muscular black guy in a sharp suit. "Oh, I'm so sorry," I said, " I didn't see you there!" "No harm done," he said, "are you OK?" "Yes, I....!" Suddenly I felt a little faint, it was warm and I think I had drunk a little too much, a little too quickly. The guy opened a door behind us, switched on the light and guided me inside. "Sit here for a moment," he said, "pointing to a chair." We were in some kind of an office. "Do you want some water?" "Yes, thank you!" He took a cup and drew some from the water-cooler. I sat and sipped it slowly. "I don't think I've seen you here before," he said. "No, its my first time, I'm just out with a friend." "Well he ought to take better care of you!" "Oh no, its girl friends and I'd better get back to them!" He helped me to my feet, standing close. "Thank you so much for helping me," I said, and reaching up I kissed him on the cheek. He paused. The room was silent, except for the sound of my breathing. I could feel my heart beating inside my chest. I wondered if I had done the wrong thing, but then Anne had said that I should go with my feelings, but somehow it never seemed to quite work out. He looked down at me He was holding me by the shoulders, then, bending forwards he kissed me full on the mouth. This was the moment. Remembering what had happened after the opera, I responded immediately, meeting his lips with mine. His grip on my shoulders relaxed as he slid his hands down my back and cupped my arse cheeks, pulling me towards him. I could definitely feel something stirring inside his trousers as my thigh slid close to his crotch. I slipped my hands around his neck and kissed him harder. I felt one of his hands slide up again, over my hip bone to my waist, then on and up, holding my breast. I could feel his finger passing over my nipple through the cup of my top. His tongue was in my mouth for a moment, then withdrawn. We broke the kiss and he whispered in my ear, "You have such soft lips!" His hand found the ring of my zipper. Slowly he pulled it down to my waist, sliding his hand inside. His finger tip slipping over my exposed nipple, sending tingles up through my brain, his other hand still holding me close. He bent forwards, sliding the fabric of my top aside and kissed it, taking it inside his mouth and sucking gently. I had never had such a feeling. I held his head against my breast as his tongue slipped backwards and forwards over the nipple. I gasped each time it was caught and released. I could bear it no more. What was happening to me. I wanted him, I really wanted him! So this was it, this is what it really felt like to be a woman on fire for a man and it was beyond my wildest dreams. Reaching down, felt the front of his crotch. He was hard, really hard. It was also big, I could feel that for myself as I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling him through the fabric of his suit. I was just about to undo his zip when he said, "We can't do this, not now! He drew back and said, "You are very beautiful but I have to go, please rejoin your friends." He zipped me up slowly, very slowly and, when the zip reached the top, he kissed me again, very gently on the mouth. He opened the door and we stepped outside. Switching off the light, he locked the door behind him, turned the corner and was gone. I continued along the corridor, found the ladies room, fixed my make-up and left. Passing the door again, I read the sign on the outside which said, "Private - Staff only" and below it "Head of Security"! "You've been a long time," said Alex, "we were just about to send out a search party! Everything alright?" "Yes," I said, "sorry I was so long, but I just bumped into their Head of Security and we had an interesting.. er... chat!" "That's what I like to see," said Alex, "going straight to the top! How did it go?" "Well," I said, "let's just say I think he'll remember me the next time we meet!"