He was at least 6'4", towering over me even in my heels, he was big too, wide shouldered and athletic looking, clearly heavily muscled and weighing ab...ut 220lbs. His face was ruggedly handsome, framed by dirty blonde hair and offset by a broken nose and a Zapata style moustache. His clothes were expensive casual, a thick viscose black shirt and light gray chinos with a soft leather coat hung on the seat behind him. "Geraldine I presume, I'm Ben," his voice rumbled as he took my hand to gently. I’ve got a secret to confess. I’ve got absolutely no conscience whatsoever. I’m what you would call a sociopath. But don’t tell anyone. It’s going to be our little secret. Watch me at work. It’s going to be fun. Most people don’t realize that sociopaths walk among them. They think everybody’s nice and easygoing and that evil people live in some faraway land and can never get to them. Wake up, people! Sociopaths are everywhere. And I’m the worst one! My first victim, er, patient, when I returned. I was introduced to her large staff that included a personal maid for me. Yet another group of persons to know my secret."This was my youngest daughter's room Jeanette do you like it?"It was the ultimate in femininity reminiscent of Sara and Cecile's boudoir with pink walls and carpet and mirrors along the whole length of one wall concealing the fitted wardrobe and a huge brass four poster bed with delicate white lace d****s.I bounced on the pink satin covered bed and spoke to Madame Charlotte.. "You want me to get all the way naked?" She slid her feet apart, slipping down slightly more."Just your panties."With a sly smile she stuck the tip of her tongue out and slightly licked the top corner of her painted lips. Looking dead at him she squatted lower, bending her knees halfway. Then she held the hem of her skirt with her left hand as she reached up it with the right. After a little tugging and pulling the white cotton garment appeared past the hem of her skirt. Still holding her.