I checked on my house guest; Zanya sat with the iPad in her lap, tapping the screen and zooming it in and out. It still appeared to be on the maps app... “Tea is served madam,” I advised, fervently hoping that my young guest would be suitably impressed with my artistry and the Old Country Roses service. She smiled as I set down the tea tray. Zanya set the iPad aside, eyeing the tray and its offerings.“Shall I pour?” I asked. She smiled. “Right, then, I’ll be the mother.” Pouring two cups, I said,. That's when I'd kind-of returned to living in the somewhat more staid and conservative society we all share today.To be perfectly honest with you, I can't really explain how I came to join that Life Class in the first place. Well, not in any way that doesn't make me sound either a pretty sad case, or a pervert, or something. It's all a bit embarrassing to attempt to explain actually; but I'll try.I was thirty-six and had just come out of a pretty disastrous five-year relationship with Claire.. I could not see her expression but i am sure she was embarrassed and not sure about what to do. She must have been hoping to give me a rub and leave as soon as possible but i had very different thoughts.She applied the balm on my back and asked if it was OK, i asked her to apply on my calf muscles and thighs which she did and asked if it is enough. I told her that i am feeling better and i would be grateful if she could also do some massage on the front side of my legs and turned around. As she. So one day at the end of the night, when she was the only staff memberleft, and I was the only client, I just came out with it: "Do you want toget dinner sometime?" I asked, taking a deep breath to avoid stammering.I wasn't sure why I was so intimidated, and yet, something about her mademe feel week and gooey all over again."Oh, I don't know." She hesitated. "I'm on a pretty strict diet... it canbe hard to find places I can eat."My mouth twisted wryly. "That's a shame. I don't believe in.