I expected you to take the wine bottle away from me so that I didn’t drink too much to spoil your enjoyment.’ ‘I may be evil but I’m not that ...ean and self-centered. I’ll help you make decisions but I won’t make them for you.’ ‘That makes you sound like a nice man,’ said Trish, kicking off her shoes. ‘How do you want it?’ he invited. ‘Standing up – I’ve never done it standing up before.’ ‘Good, you’ve got to do it to be able to judge, but there are better ways.’ ‘Please don’t get me screaming. It was obvious from the fact that she was dressed, she was no slave, a rarity in women these days. She wore a conservative pair of shorts that revealed only the slightest sign of pubic hair, another sign of her freedom. Her top reached up to her chest, allowing her breasts to spill out nicely, and her arms were protected by arm-warmers. If religion hadn't been abolished, I'd say she was some bible-thumping grandmother from the way she was dressed. She was definitely post-pubescent, probably. I was humiliated, "just looking for change" I stuttered, as I bolted out of the room, I see Brett's smirk.So a few days since my humiliation, and very little talk between Brett, and I could hardly look him in the eye, so I come home from work late on Friday night, and I see Brett leaving the shower, I ask if he's done, and he says, yep all yours. So I shower, and retire to bed, about twenty minutes later I hear a knock on my door, "come in" I say, and I was so unprepared for what I saw, in my. The man was talland slender, his face a series of contrasts. His skin and buildwere those of a young man in the very prime of life, but his hairwas completely white, cut closer than current styles woulddictate. And his eyes... the steel blue eyes seemed older thandirt, as if this man had seen it all. He was dressed in a darkblue suit, obviously tailored specifically for his narrow frame,and his shirt, tie and shoes had obviously been selected withimpeccable taste. I suspected the clothing on.