E’s return, uncorking the champagne when the bathroom door opens. Ms. E, adorned in red heels, a short sheer light blue cover, a white thong and mat...hing lace top dances towards him. The champagne cork pops loudly and explodes toward the ceiling. Bubbles run onto MK’s hand. Ms. E reaches for his afflicted appendage and licks it clean. She pushes him back until he sits in one of two open chairs. Untying a ribbon that secures her wrap, she unleashes her breasts and grazes her erect nipples across. .. So I decided, with my dear wife’s support, and because she didn’t want me in the house all day cramping her style, to do a short course at college and learn about cooking. This had long been a hobby and I thought I might open a restaurant somewhere, or perhaps a country pub. Who knows?After completing the course I got a job at a local pub as a sous chef, or idjit that does all the hard work, and really learnt a lot about the trade. I’m one of those guys who will sometimes make out I know. I was frightened out of my mind. It was all I could do to keep up appearances.Once inside, I offered her a drink. She declined. I asked what this was about."We received an anonymous tip regarding sexual misconduct between adults and children," she said. "Your name came up in the investigation." My name? I don't understand." My entire life was flashing before me."I think you do, Mrs Jordan. And I think you have information that would be helpful to our investigation. We also believe you've done. And that's what we are trying to accomplish - making it easier for you to accept your new life, on your own terms."It had been a weird morning for Angel. Lena was doing her thing, trying to help Angel realign his self image to reflect his new reality. Trying to make his life easier. The setup worked well enough, "mapping" his "timeline", "Calibrating" this and that, visualizing one thing or another.But when she pulled it all together for him, it didn't work. He could - briefly - think of.