" Hang on," said Clegg. "We've got one of the best Auction Centres that I know. You can't say that's a weakness." Well, I agree the Centre itself is i...pressive. The problem is that there aren't enough buyers and because there aren't enough buyers you're not getting as good a price as you could. If you could get a bigger audience you could find prices going up. Or if you could make things so that you really exploit the specialised talents of the stock. Take the chap who runs the business jet I. "We're about donefor the day. No doubt you have a lot of questions. Which is a pity,because we're not about to give you any answers ... not yet anyway. Butthere is one more thing you get to do for us before we send you home."Her smile was broad and mischievous. "One of our little perks asprincipals is to ... have some fun with our newest recruits. Break themin, so to speak. Especially when they look as enticing as you do."I looked aghast at her, then over to her bother, whose wolfish grin. The problem is that I like ultra-masculine men and they seem to be few and far between. A further setback for me is that I am very conscious about my sexual orientation and shit-scared that anyone will find out and expose me. In my workplace that wouldn’t be advisable. Chat rooms on the internet are where I mostly get my rocks off. The guys I generally like are ‘straight’ or bi-curious, but most of them, however, always seem to live a million miles away and therefore, hook-ups are mostly out of. I had been content to wait, patiently, for an appropriate opportunity. What I had in mind was simple enough. I figured Brenda, like any other healthy young woman, was bound to pleasure herself at some point.Maybe she had, already, and I'd just missed out on it, but I didn't think so. My doggie sense of smell would have tipped me off, I think, if anything sexual had been taking place in Brenda's bedroom or bath.So far, she'd been behaving like a nun. Or, at least, like people imagine nuns.