” It was her turn to search for words, “It’s just that it’s been a long time since anyone was nervous about asking me out. Don’t be mad, I d...dn’t mean anything.”“OK,” he felt as if he was back on equal footing with her, if not in control. “I’m not mad, but you still haven’t answered the question.”“Yes, of course, I’d like to have dinner with you. You have any day or time in mind?”“Free Saturday night?”“I am.”“How about around seven?”“I’ll be waiting. Any idea about where we’ll be going. Just so. Working on this I was quite assertive giving him no chance to back down"Okay Mistress will expect you six in the morning at the stile beforethe wood" I orderedI then quickly walked on giving him no chance to refuse, deliberatelynot looking backSo the following Sunday I arrived to find him already there lookingnervous"Hello" he muttered sheepishly"No problem sneaking out then" I asked"No she was sleeping like a log" he grinnedFortunately we were spared having to make too much small talk by. He wore a white laboratory coat, as if he had been arrested at work, his studious look topped off with a neat bow tie. The lenses in his spectacles were not unlike the bases of whiskey shot glasses. He didn’t look like a criminal, no, he looked more like my family doctor back home in Hicksville.I checked the charge sheet more carefully again, Dr Wesley Newbold, my latest client. So he was a doctor, and charged with Federal property criminal damage. Hell, he didn’t look like he’d do much harm to. After we hung up, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and seriously considered abandoning the crazy ideas I was having for a nice hot shower. A nice long, steamy shower would probably clear everything up that I was feeling. But as I thought about how a shower would feel, I imagined Cassandra there with me, massaging my breasts under the jets of warm water, kissing me under the steam, exploring every inch of my body as I did the same to hers. Even before I opened my eyes I was looking through.