"I'llhave to change in the cabin, my jeans are in there and then I'll go onthe radio and tell them we are on listening watch with the alarm on,won't b... long." I need to check the anchors and lifeboats and I'll join you on thebridge. Want me to unhook the zip on the dress before I go?"That stopped me in my tracks, it was the last thing I was expecting and Iwas about to say no, I can manage when I felt his fingers brush the backof my neck and lost the will to refuse. Fortunately he was a. My services were often offered toothers, many of whom I knew in my past life as friends and associates. Imade them all very happy with my oral skills, but they were disappointedthat I was kept chaste in my metal Ancilla belt.After what seemed a lifetime, I was taken by David into the embassy. It nowfelt like a strange and alien land to me. David took me into the Ambassadorsoffice where I was ordered to demonstrate my skills to the Ambassador. Ithought all embarrassment was behind but once again. “Sorry. No. I find Sophocles too depressing, too bloody.”“I agree,” Wassermann said. “Yet there is a deep truth in the plays.”“That’s what Freud says, isn’t it?”“Yes. Did you read his sex-studies? Did he see the Schnitzler or did Arthur read Freud?”It was too empty for me. I soon excused myself and returned home. I began reading Wassermann’s stories about sisters, but it was too depressing. I didn’t need realism. Perhaps there was something lighter.*“Sir?”“Yes, Josef?”“There is a telephone call. He just had a smile on his face. His gaze lingered a bit longer before he pulled me closer in front of him. ‘Excuse me Mr. Good Samaritan?’ I bashfully inquired. ‘Yeah?’ He grinned. ‘Just trying to keep you warm. You got a problem with that?’ I didn’t know what to say after that remark. I just shrugged my shoulders because I couldn’t think of anything else to say. He grabbed my ass from behind and put his hands under my skirt and guided me towards him. Thank the lord his jacket was long enough.