I changed the subject. "Let's not get hung up on that anyway. We're out to have fun. Let's hit the dance floor," I reasoned."Agreed," snapped Rachel. ...Come on Mike. Let's see those sexy moves of yours. I could do with having a laugh," chuckled Rachel.We walked up to the disco area of the bar which was upstairs and hit the dance floor. The DJ was blasting out techno music at an almost unbearable volume. The dance floor was rather dark, most of the light being supplied came from the shapes and. ”“How about if I watch you work?” I asked. “I won’t make you nervous, will I?”“That’s fine.”“Mae -- I love hearing you speak. You have the most charming accent -- it makes your voice musical. How long have you been in this country?”“About twelve years,” she replied. “Maybe a bit longer -- it’s hard to remember.” She picked up a kettle. “Excuse me -- I have to get some water. The bathroom is down the hall...”Mae returned and poured water into the rice-cooker. “We’ll get this started.”I realized. His control over them was to last for the rest of his life when it would revert to the Organisation.Wayne left the meeting very happy but unaware that Mea had meddled with his mind, there were things he wanted Wayne to make the women do like making them exhibit their bodies in public, attend large sex parties and prostitution. Mea’s meddling with Wayne had also made him bisexual.One other gift Mea gave Wayne was that whenever any of the women were with Wayne their families would not miss them. You order a glass of Cabernet, I think it that sounds great also so we decide to just get a bottle. The conversation is good, but it's obvious we're beginning to be a little more interested in the sexual chemistry between each other...Halfway through my second glass of wine my right hand finds your knee under the table. Your legs feel smooth, soft and firm, the tips of my fingers begin making circles around your knee and move upward to your thigh. Things seem to be going well as you smile.