I needed to look at him to be sure that he wasn’t a former ‘customer’, but didn’t recognize him.“Go Away!” I told him between gritted teet.... “Take your hand off of me and leave us alone,” I finished, wishing that I knew more spells so I could send him far away.“I’ll show you a better time than he can. What do the two of you see in this old guy anyway?” he drunkenly demanded instead, but he still had his hand on my shoulder. I was stuck in my chair between him on my right and the wall close by. He has a bulgein his pants. Tears are welling up. He's enthralled.What the hell is wrong with us?I snap my fingers. This has to stop. We've gone too far. We're in thewrong here. I will be the voice of reason: the voice of reason in adiaper, fuchsia rumba panties, a tiny skirt and a pink tank-top. Dammit!I tear the tank top over my head and pull down the skirt.As I'm working the clasp on the rumba panties, Mr. Owens looks over atme."Katie!" he says to me. "You must be eager to try on what I. Quick room visit for toiletries and I headed to the bathhouse. I navigated small corridors and what looked like a waiting area, I arrived to my bath.The instructions for visitors were clear; get naked, wash, bath, enjoy. Being totally new to the near-boiling water, I took it too fast and got dizzy. Second try had better results and I was able to relax. The bathhouse was empty apart from me and I fully immersed myself to the calming sound of water. The image of the young lady came to my mind and. I write inEnglish for your amusement. I do mistakes in grammar and particularly inthe finer details of the language. Please be kind in your reviews and ifyou find some error, please report it to me. Note 4- The country described is obviously fictional, but I wrote it inthe spirit of the alternative history genre. My idea is that this liessomewhere in ancient anatolia and would be formed in a world in which theMycenean Empire and the Hyttite empire where not completely destroied inthe bronze.