“Well you were rubbing it with your head. What do you expect?”“Hmm. You wanna check for level?” Tim suggested, returning the conversation to t...e cooker.With slightly flushed cheeks Mark quietly picked up his level and check the cooker.“Needs about half an inch on the left.” Placing the spirit level back on the worktop Mark bent over and once more lifted the front of the Aga. As he stood there he became aware that Tim was not down adjusting the cooker height.“Are you going to do this?” Mark. "You will pay the workers in here. The gardeners prefer that you wear ablack corset, black stockings and high heels, very high heels, and ablack, long wig. They also want you to wear a black, lace thong. The poolboy likes something more feminine. A silk teddy, pink painted nails and ablonde wig. The window cleaners like to change things up. Each week whenthey're done, they leave instructions for the next week. Anyway, theMistress doesn't pay these workers in cash. Your services are. After us watching each other for what felt like an hour, but was probably only two or three minutes, she stepped from behind the tripod mounted telescope and let me see her. She gave a small wave, letting me know that she did indeed see me watching her. She couldn't be more than twenty or so, where the other two women were more likely late thirties or a little more.She stepped behind the scope again, watching my reaction. I'd assumed that I was unnoticed in my full camouflage in the woods as I. It was all I knew and that was that. We were an incredibly welcoming and upbeat environment, and that's how we got people to join. However, our coming of age ceremony was the most out of the ordinary. Other than the ceremony, the cult appeared to be simply a tight knit community and nothing more. We'd bring each other food, hold large gatherings with food and bonfires and all the sorts. But upon reaching the age of eighteen and four months, you became "of age" by the tribe standards. This meant.