‘But how am I to determine the devotion of men? I cannot look into their hearts, only see their actions.’ ‘I see many who appear to worship the ...ld gods, Duke,’ the philosopher replied. ‘But how many of them truly do so? Men do what is advantageous to themselves. Among birds, they tweet, among cows, they moo, and among dogs, they bark. To find what a man truly is, make the truth a penalty. ‘I propose you issue a proclamation. All those who dress as worshippers of the old gods, but do not truly. That evening we sat and chatted before Glenda said she was off to bed, as she had to be in work early in the morning, after she had gone to bed Helen carried on chatting and having a drink, “so Chris what you been up to since I last came on holiday” “oh nothing really just working” “only working not fantasizing about making love to me” and laughed “if only” I smiled “oh if only not I would if I could” a devilish grin on her face “don’t that mean the same thing Helen”? She stood up and sat next. You contemplate your options, looking at the clock, the time doesn't concern you. You have a burning in your stomach, not sickness or fear, more of a need to be here. You finish your wine and some cheese and crackers that are set out for you, still wrapped in the blanket, is that Fabreze, I love that smell. Lavender and vanilla, you muster the courage to confront the new man in your life. You approach him, head down and he grabs your chin and lifts your eyes, saying to you " never bow your head. I allowmyself to daydream a little as I prepare to go.Tonight the men will drool and undress me with their eyes and minds. Thewomen will look at me critically and make jealous comments behind theirhands. Everyone will pay attention to my words and I will be pleasantand charming to all of them, smiling and nodding to show that I valuetheir company. Later in the evening I will take to the dance-floor withmy escort and brush imaginary lint from the shoulders of his tuxedo andwe will drink.