There was a big table, with deep soft chairs. An old Chinese rug lay at the foot of the stairs. A wood box, scared and ruff, sat in the corner. On the...mantelpiece sat a little mud god with a painted face. Nothing was correct or in period style. An old hound dog was licking Jim’s hand. A tough old tomcat lay on a concert grand piano. Her gaze fell on the three large pictures hanging on the wall. One in oil hung over the fireplace. It was of a wind-swept-sea. The second was… a freakish thing,. .." I stuttered, trying to find the right words "Don't worry Jessie... That's why I wanted you to come over... When I heard about you... you know... I didn't want some macho male helping with my things... I wanted another girl to help me... well, at least someone who likes feminine things... I've got two more loads coming in tomorrow. I sell them, to shops I mean. That's why I said 'if you see anything you like' you can choose some things for yourself! I've always been intrigued by feminine. Didnt speak a word. Then asked her who all knows this thing. She was again quiet. finally she said again, “Please dont tell anybody…. I beg You, I will do whatever you say……..”And yes this was the chance i was waiting for. I grabbed all my courage and said “Ok. only on one condition………….. I want to have a sex with you………”She was shocked to hear this from me and then started bluttering that this is sin and all bullshit…………. I said that calling a callboy is not a sin for married women or what?She. " I agreed. "If Aleksy does a good job without breaking the Bank I reckon this could be worth something in the region of half a million." I felt a little better. That would put something back into the coffers. "Let's see if we can get round the back." Tina didn't reply, she set off at a brisk place and I trailed behind her. Not that that was unpleasant, the sight of her bottom wiggling nicely in her jeans would enliven any walk. Tina seemed eager and soon opened up a gap between us. I could see.