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This is the fifteenth episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode can be read individually but it helps a bit with names to have read the previous episodes.

I hope you have enjoyed it so far.

M4bloke

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The Thursday afternoon Lufthansa flight from Birmingham to Munich took off as scheduled. I'd only been back at university a fortnight and was already skipping lectures. There wasn't much choice however. Part of the conditions of the Munich Bank deal with Durolitum was that we met with them every two months for a review. This was to be the first.

Another, unwritten, condition was that we continued the friendship struck in Annecy between Lesley and I, Daniel and Kate and Markus and Heike, the latter being the owners of the Munich Bank. This part definitely wasn't a going to be a chore. Markus was a good looking German in his late thirties while Heike was his very attractive, younger, but slightly feisty wife.

Although the flight was quite full, the business class seat that Lynne, my assistant, had booked for me was comfortable. Lynne was already proving to be invaluable. Flights, hotels, car from the airport, everything had been arranged by her. All I had to do was make sure that I got on the plane.

Lynne had also sent a motorcycle courier up to my digs at university with a copy of the presentation slides for the meeting. Because this was the first meeting, Daniel was going to be doing most of the talking but I still wanted to be as prepared as possible. I'd been through the slides hundreds of times already but as I sat on the plane I thought that another glance through them couldn't do any harm.

To be honest I could have probably recited the slides off by heart by this time. I found my eyes wandering to the glossy brochure for a BMW three series that the immaculately dressed business woman who sat next to me was flicking through. When she looked up and saw me peeking I felt the need to say something.

"New car?" I asked.

"No. Just some publicity material," she responded.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to peek," I responded guiltily.

"No problem. Sometimes, it's hard not to when you're flying." Then she added, "As with everything, the trick is not to get caught."

I returned to my own slides, taking care not to repeat my mistake and once we were at cruising altitude the stewardess came round with drinks, then the food. You couldn't read and eat at the same time and so I stowed my slides away and focussed on the meal.

"Are you travelling to Munich for Oktoberfest?" the woman asked out of the blue.

"Not really," I said. "I've got a meeting tomorrow, then visiting friends. Although I think I'm supposed to be going tomorrow night. How about you?"

"No, just business, I'm returning tomorrow. My company does a lot of the marketing for BMW in the UK."

"Ah. Hence the brochure."

"Yes."

"Have you got your costume for Oktoberfest?"

"I think so. My assistant sorted it all out. I'll probably look like a clown 'though."

"Oh I don't know. I imagine you look quite good in Lederhosen," she said flirting with me. "What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm a student, but I also work for venture capital firm."

I fished out one of the business cards that Lynne had organised for me and handed it to her. The card had the Durolitum name and logo on it along with the company address and switchboard number. Across the centre it read 'Steven Carter', then underneath 'Account Director'.

She studied my card then reached into her personal organiser and gave me her card in return. It read "Jane King" and identified her as the CEO of a marketing firm based in Birmingham.

"Pleased to meet you Steven," she said. "Where are you staying?"

"The Bayerischer Hof, I think."

"Snap," she said. "We could share a taxi, if you like. I prefer not to travel alone at night if I can help it."

"There's a car coming to pick me up but you're welcome to a lift."

When we landed at Munich we both had hand luggage only and so we cleared customs fairly quickly. In the arrivals lounge a man in a suit held up a card with my name on it and escorted us to the waiting limo'. We both got into the back seat and as we did Jane's perfectly fitting skirt rode up sufficiently to reveal her stocking tops. She noticed me looking but did nothing to alter her position. I also noticed the trio of engagement, wedding and eternity rings on her left hand.

I hadn't paid the woman too much attention until that point, beyond her impeccable tailoring. She must have been late thirties, brown hair, larger than average breasts and shapely legs. She had quite a nice face too but it was one that looked tired.

The old airport in Munich was much closer to the city than present one is today and the journey to the hotel only took twenty five minutes. As we drove through the city, half of Munich seemed to be wearing Lederhosen and Dirndl's such was the impact of Oktoberfest.

We both checked in at the front desk ataşehir escort and afterwards Jane thanked me for the lift.

"It was nice to have the company," I replied. "I hope your meeting goes well tomorrow."

"Thank you. I don't suppose you fancy a drink?" she asked. Possibly innocently, I couldn't really tell.

"Thanks," I said, "but I've got some calls I need to make."

"Well if you change your mind I'll be in the bar later for a nightcap."

I went up to my room and unpacked then gave Lesley a call. She was excited about coming to Munich, telling me that she'd be over with Daniel and Kate in the morning. She asked me what I was going to do tonight and I told her, "not much" then told her about the encounter with woman on the plane.

"Do you think she was hitting on you?" Lesley asked.

"I don't really know. She was married, so maybe not."

"That doesn't mean much, does it?"

"True."

"Steven, I've told you before. You're my warrior. You take what you want. I know you'll always come back to me so do whatever gives you pleasure. Besides, I'm feeling guilty about sleeping with Daniel and Kate while you're on your own at university."

"You know I'm fine with that," I told her.

"Just don't be afraid to enjoy yourself Steven."

I told Lesley about all the people dressed up for Oktoberfest in Munich and how I was looking forward to seeing her in her Dirndl. Then the conversation got all soppy for a while before we ended the call.

Jane King was sitting alone in a booth sipping on a Gin and Tonic when I went down to the bar. I asked if I could join her and she smiled and said, "Of course."

A waiter came over and I ordered a beer while she ordered another G