"She tucked the key back under her uniform and grabbed the paper I wasreading, the one that was so confusing but made so much sense after Iread it in ...ront of her, before placing it on the floor. She then placedher feet down on top of the pages and motioned for me to kneel down infront of her. I realized what she wanted me to do, and began to reachdown to clean her cleats with my hands."No, no, no. Don't you remember how we clean my cleats? You need to puton the polish first."I blinked and. She looked around and whispered, "His real name is Donald, but everyone calls him Donatien. It was the Marquis de Sade's first name."Holly nodded. Somehow that made perfect sense."How do you afford the Club on your salary?" she asked.Marnie smiled coolly."That is between me and the Club. It always is. Donatien will explain that as well."Holly nodded. She realized that she wanted to meet Donatien or Donald or whoever he was.And she had a few hard questions for John as well."I thought you were. The swish of a cane, click of a heel, sound of leather or rubber. All heightened when you are bound and at the mercy of another.I was wearing my long over the elbow latex gloves and slapped him as hard as I could across the side of his head. He yelped and fell to the floor, I kicked him with the point of my thigh length boot.”Get up NOW” I shouted He climbed back to his knees sobbing at the shock and pain.”Which one” I asked againHe reluctantly pointed to the next one to it. A thick red veined. At first I thought that she may be expecting someone. As I watched her for the next 10 or 15 minutes, I noticed that her expression did not change and I felt that she may not be expecting anyone.I finished my beer then went to her table and asked her to dance.She told me that "I no speek englass".So from her accent I though she might speak French so I asked her in French to please dance with me.She agreed and while we were dancing I introduced myself as Jean-Paul DuMarais and I told her that I.