<div style="text-align: justify;">Colette sighed softly. It would indeed have been better if Paul had made more small talk with the actresses. It was in the past, though, so there wasn’t much they could do now. Lingering in the past wouldn’t do. ~“Do you remember what she looks like?”~, Colette asked. There had to be something they could do. She felt she was grasping at slim possibilities, but it was still better than giving up.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Marie smiled when Shane asked what she had said to the man. “I just asked him whether or not he would unlock the door today”, the woman replied in a light intonation. It was clear that the woman was trying to get Shane to relax a little. <br/><br/>Once she had explained that to Shane, the woman focused on not only letting him know what was on the paper, but also making sure that there wasn’t anything tricky written on it. <br/><br/>As soon as Shane signed the paper and asked if he could go, Marie transmitted the question to the officer and then nodded to the young man. “Yes, dear, we can go”, she replied to Shane. “Come on, you must be dying to get out of this place”, the woman completed. <br/><br/>Once out of the station, Marie touched Shane’s face, concerned. “I’m sorry I couldn’t prevent this, son. Do you want anything, or should we just go back to the hotel?”, the woman asked, her mind already planning on having a conversation with that woman who had caused all this mess and trying to make her see the light of reason.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>The Italian Lady felt like yelling for Rich to take his dirty paws away from her. She couldn’t do that, though, and Rich had to be distracted. She just hoped that they could get the plan rolling as soon as possible. This way, she wouldn’t have to spend too much time with the Agent. <br/><br/>When Rich said they had all night, the woman had to kiss the Agent’s neck and nibble on his ear to keep herself from groaning. “I will give you the best night of your life, my King”, she whispered, planning indeed to do so. At least, she hoped, she could get him to sleep after a while.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>When Martin said he was fine, Pierre shook his head on a negative. The expression in his eyes was warm and concerned. “You are not, at all. Why don’t you come with me? I can show you my book selection and you can choose something to help you relax, or maybe a record”, he suggested. <br/><br/>Of course, that was not at all what Pierre had in mind, but the French actor seemed to have caught Martin’s hint that they needed to be discreet. “You can take whatever you’d like, and keep it for as long as you’d like, as well”, he completed quietly.</div>