Back to not France.....
Rex, after sending the video to littleslut leaned back in the leather upholstered revolving chair and waited for the familiar ping of an email.
Damn it where was Rexslittleslut - she never takes this long. Glancing at the Cartier Ballon Bleu wrist watch he noticed it was nearly four, time for a martini, taking the original oak stair case two at a time, we halted abruptly at the top of the stairs, listening intently to the strange meowing coming from DD2's bed room, as his sun tanned forearm leaned towards it, it flew open and DD2 stood there looking somewhat flustered - "Oh Pa, I am just off for a quick shower"
Nodding sagely, Rex watches her pad off down the hall to the bathroom. Gripping the martini glass he leans against the bedroom window pane revelling in the coolness of the glass against his forehead, and slightly pissed off that there was only vodka in the bedroom friday - Geraldine knows he prefers gin in his martini - honestly she had seemed so distracted lately - he must have a word when she gets back.
Staring aimlessly into the garden, he notices a small figure sprinting through the west paddock and vaulting the fence at the bottom, "hmm Maybe I am too harsh with him he is a fit young man, and to be able to run like that from a standing start - well maybe there is more to him than I thought"
With littleslut still not responding - Rex continue to lean on the cool pane, his martini addled brain filling with images of Dobbin, Jim and Littleslut