"She has changed her mind," I said and then looked at her, hard-eyed, "haven't you."She nodded several times, tossing curls and smiling."How much?" I ...sked the boy, brushing his clothes and fluffing his lace for him. Sweat had popped out on his face and his wig was crooked. He was very pale.He inhaled, still wary, and rubbed his beardless chin. "Ten pounds, I suppose; quid a month, the dress, those rings, stays and so forth, oh and her shoes, yes, shoes and stockings; can't forget those." Give. "What the hell's going on here? Thought David, and wished he had been able to wear a side-arm. In the gloom, he looked nervously about. "This way Sir" prompted the butler. David sighed and followed.Along darkened Downing Street they walked until they came to s small flight of stairs down to a basement door. His guide knocked, and the door opened a crack. Light streamed out. "Yes?" queried a woman's voice. "It's the American Gent, Ma'am — Colonel Ogilvy."The door opened wider and David was. And when she said, "One time you bastard. This is the only time I can still find a place for you in my life. Never, never again. Do you understand me?" I did and I told her so. I'd like to be able to recall an overnight reconciliation but there wasn't one. I told her that night that I wouldn't ask to stay in the house again but wanted to do that more than anything if she did too. It took a few nights of our carefully feeling each other out but before the week was out Amy asked me to come. “I sure did, mind if I share it with my mates?”“Go ahead, it’s not like I’ll ever meet them. Oh, hang on, which pub do you go to?”“The Red Lion.”“Shit, Mason sometimes takes me there. Oh well, too late now, and I’m sure that Mason will enjoy my embarrassment if one of your mates comes up to me the next time that we’re there and asks if I am the girl you videoed.”Just then the Ohmibod burst into life again, I shrieked, and then it stopped.“Oh,” I said, I thought that I was about to put on.