..”, as the valuer would not commit himself without extra research, even where there was a discernible signature. I accepted that caution as valid. ...t meant that all the valuations could be viewed as a financial understatement.I was able to mark the small watercolour as “Sir Hugh Casson”, value circa £700. I was not keen on asking Dawes about trying to identify the artists of the other paintings, in case there was some dubiety about provenance.With the inventory photographs complete, I thought. Eventually we slipped into a small, inconspicuous room packed with assorted musical equipment. Lydia slid shut the lock on the door and the small ‘click’ sounded like my fate being sealed. All I could do now was wait and see what was in store for me. She unclipped the chain from my collar and perched herself on top of a large speaker while wearing an expression that was suddenly serious. “What’s your name?” She asked. “Leanne,” I replied. “Well, Leanne, let me lay it out. I want to fuck you.”. Michael was in his prime with a hard, young body. I was a fifty-two year old woman who was slightly ashamed of her sagging breasts and slightly frumpy body. However, I sat up on the bed so he could get a good look at me. If he was going to have me there would be no lies between us. My worries were unfounded as Michael took me into his arms and began kissing me. I’ve learned a lot of things in my intimate encounters with young men over the years. A basic rule is that a man in his twenties and. Ronnie looked both andneither male and female at the same time.Ronnie walked over to Dillon and said, "I hope the guys were not too roughon you."Before his man could answer, Ricky said, "We weren't."The glowing man walked over to Ricky and playfully slapped him on the arm."You all better not, now, I made you all some pancakes and sausage; enjoybreakfast. Dillon and I are off to brunch at a friend's."Now, it was Dillon's turn to be impressed by Ronnie's boys. They allshowed their disappointed.