Mercedes was obviously Spanish, not one of the imported eastern European girls hed seen patrolling the streets outside. She was dressed very fashionably, if a little on the provocative side of sexy as her chosen profession dictated. Her dress was yellow and tight-fitting to emphasise her curves. Trev surveyed her while they made small talk and wondered for a moment how hed explain the extra drinks on the bar bill to his new wife. The icy fingers of guilt gripped his heart for a moment. Then he realised he didnt actually care.