He hated floating—mostly because he wasn’t good at it—but he did it anyway. At least Ephasia had opened the window for him. As he touched down i...side the building, he took a quick look around. Yep, it was as plush on the inside as it had been on the outside. The carpeting was soft, green and gray paisley, and it matched the trimming on the wallpaper. The doors were all hard mahogany, highly polished, with shiny brass numbers on them. Why couldn’t she have just given me an apartment number?. ...Judy had a big round steel hook in the ceiling. It must have been on a long bolt and glued, because it was really in there. She pointed it out to me one day."You could put your punching bag there, though it's pretty high. I want you to get your clothes off. I want to tie your hands to that ring so your feet just touch the floor. Do you want that?"I wasn't always in the mood for our BDSM craziness. Today was one of those days when it was furthest from my mind."No, Judy, not now, not today,. Margaret, now looking nothing like the topless pizza eater she was moments earlier, took Jennifer’s arm and towed her into the foyer. “Just follow me around, keep your mouth shut, and watch what I do,” she said. She nodded to Rocky, also in a tux, who opened the door for the night’s first client.Despite her inexperience, Jennifer easily understood the flow of traffic and the procedure being followed. Customers would show up, sometimes singly, sometimes in groups of two or three. After Rocky. “It seems our mother was in league with Lord Wellington,” Jonathan stated tiredly. “She kept him advised of our progress and attempted to use a messenger to relay our strategy to him when we approached the manor.”“Ridiculous!” Elizabeth hissed.“Perhaps,” Jonathan agreed. “But it is true, nonetheless. Our forces intercepted the messenger. He was carrying a note in Mother’s handwriting. I even recognized her perfume on the parchment. The king confronted her and she fled rather than face.