Well, Mansion Man...just did everything except have me in the good old fashioned sense of the word...and I so need a manly having.
But, lovely company and he has since sent jolly texts from his laddish jaunt in Vegas...
Mr Hotel has been steamy and raunchy in a very quiet sense and he will be sensible and careful; we talk a little and wait for the moment to come. Ultra organised and ultra careful I sense.
G is pushing for a meet ...still and I have managed to avoid and gently discourage, knowing what a fragile state he is in...helped him with a couple of administrative things and he may be moving to Edinburgh if things go well. I am glad for him as he sounded desperately unhappy.

But, the MAIN news....finally...it is here; the time has come....France makes his journey to see me tomorrow, some couple hundred miles or so...and we have talked and talked and talked...and he checks in, not far from here tomorrow night. We meet the next day...and I'm under instructions not to wear knickers! OOh divine!

the only weird thing...it's the same hotel as my sexy bondage shenannigans with IP! Just hope it's not the same room!