.. I would very much like to call you... Mistress Grace.'' I lowered my gaze to see Grace had reached forward and began unbuttoning my blouse."First w... need to take this off... and the rest.'' The smile was back, Grace was enjoying this a little too much.I stood up and shrugged off my shirt. I hooked my thumbs into my skirt and pushed it down my thighs to the floor and tried to step out of it but stumbled a little, Grace steadied me. I was still a little dizzy with nerves and adrenaline. It. As though I should know her. As though I can't imagine not knowing her."Did you call me?" I ask in a bewildered voice."Yes, silly. You were falling asleep. And this is the best part of the movie. I didn't want you to miss it." She replied in the same sweet voice that was calling me earlier.I turn my head towards the center of the room, and allow my eyes to focus on a glowing box of color and noise. Oh yes, it's a television. That word just popped into my head. And this woman wants me to watch. Seriously, I just tossed off my security coat and collapsed in bed, still wearing my uniform shirt and dark pants. Yup, I’m a tired black man, folks. I woke up around two o’clock, and then showered and got ready to return downtown. You see, I’ve got the worst schedule ever when it comes to my security job. On Mondays, I work from three in the afternoon till eleven. I come in Tuesday night at eleven and finish at seven in the morning on Wednesday. I come back at three on Wednesday afternoon and. Pretty Boy is watching Peggy as she tries to take it all in. He is always amused by the reaction of first time ‘visitors’. The awe and wonder of it all, combined with the unexpected.“Would you like a tour Peggy?”“Nate, I don’t know what to say everything is fantastic, I would love a tour.”Together they walk into the open living room and kitchen; it looks like a spread from an architectural magazine. From the kitchen Pretty Boy leads them to the outside roof-top patio and garden area. If Peggy.