With my head down, I could only see her from about mid-belly down. Sandal-clad feet, tanned muscular legstopped by a fairly wide wraparound burnt oran...e skirt. Igreeted her with a *”Buenas noches”*, but only got anoncommittal “mmmm” in response. I heard the sound ofthe lotion bottle being squeezed, and felt her hands onmy upper back. She worked my shoulder blades and back musclesknowingly, eliciting more than a few grunts from me asshe worked out the knots. She ran her. The woman in the mirror was exactly that. A woman. A bit wobbly on heels, perhaps, but a woman nonetheless."Look," she said. "We'll be in the car. I'll drive. Nobody's going to pass any remarks."Five minutes later I stood at the front door. My palms were sweaty, my heart was racing and my stomach churned with a combination of fear and excitement. Sarah was waiting in the car for me and so, taking a deep breath I stepped outside and pulled the front door behind me. There is nothing, ladies and. There’s noise enough to shred a body’s nerves, but that godawful bashing and hammering is the worst. Some of them, them with money and who know the right folk have a right whale of a time in here. There’s ale to be bought and drunk, and they even get tarts in if the turnkey gets his coin. But not in here, not where they’ve got me and Woodhouse fastened. In here, where they keep the condemned, it’s a right miserable sod. It’s always close on dark, gloomy as an arsehole it is, a slit for a window. 2. The I.T guy is to provide Ryan Jenkins with a diet Sprite every day, 10 minutes into the lunch break. This may be discontinued3. Ms. Reynolds, the president of Little Bites dog food will for now on insist that her mother is Ms. Reynolds and that she prefers the less formal Tammie or missy Tammie.4. Ryan Jenkins will for now on be called Mr. Ryan Jenkins. It suits him, as he deserves everyone’s respect. 5. Tammie Reynolds will no longer use the parking spot reserved for the president. Only.