?Finished, I went out to top up their glasses and kneel beside her chair.?She handed me a sheet of paper. "Run through this and tell me if I've missed...anything".?"Yes, Miss".?It was a list, a very detailed list of my daily chores. The only thing she'd omitted was what we did in bed.?Shit!?"I can't find anything, Miss".?She got it back and gave to Tom.?"This is Tim’s daily schedule".?He read through it, twice, then looked up. "Quite a workload isn’t it?"?"What he’s been trained for and only good. They were turgid and bulbous and still growing.Was it because they'd been transplanted from that Egyptian woman - an incompatibility, perhaps, in the DNA - or was it for an entirely separate reason?Howard braced himself for this new game that Cecily was proposing, without knowing what it was about or what he was anticipating."Do you see the locket around my neck?" Cecily asked him.Howard did, and it was nothing special. It was a locket, and it lay static and stationary, a long gold chain. Let me see the real you!" The real me sir? I am not sure what that means." It means I want to know what goes on inside that pretty head of yours!"By now I was noticing her starting to shiver from the coolness of this room. I saw there was a folded blanket on the credenza."I know how important it is to you dancers", I remarked, "to keep warm when not exercising so your muscles don't cramp. Here, I give you permission to wrap yourself in this and take a seat", I said handing her the. . And so the song went on. I undressed slowly and timed it perfectly with the five and a half minutes of the song, which was difficult considering I was still wearing my shorts, short-sleeved shirt and sandals.When I was finally finished I took a closer look at my audience and saw a tear trickling down Vikki's face and two ready to drop from Madeleine's weepy eyes."Oh Justin," said Vikki jumping off the bed and running to me, "what can I say after that?" Er... how about, fuck me Justin, fuck.