Then with a deep breath continued, “But that only really worked a couple of times and he was back to square one. We used to call it me giving him a ...it of a polish and tickle.”She had stopped her pacing by now and was standing in front of me. She looked up at me and her eyes began to swim with tears. “Not long after that he just gave up the ghost and then he.. he.. he was gone.” Her lower lip trembled. “It were me that found ‘im in his bed. I knew as soon as I came in the place that summat was. I was plucking up the bravado to invite Miss Brown herself out for dinner, when we were interrupted by an elegant, middle aged Florentine dressed in an impeccable navy suit. ‘Ah, here we are Felicity. I’m sorry I’ve been delayed.’ He assessed the intruder on his territory coolly. ‘And pray, who do we have here? Is it your babysitter?’ ‘Danny is an old acquaintance who’s just saved me from a bag snatcher,’ she said carefully. I noticed she avoided my surname. ‘Danny, this is Professore Vincento. Well about me , I am 1990 born girl from a upper middle class family with quite open mentality. And about sexual life i would say that going a week without sex becomes though for me. I lost my ‘v’ in 9th grade n has had sex with like 100 of guys since then. Currently i am 25 yrs old.Now coming to the story, the story is of the time when i was in 12th grade ( age 18). We use to live in an apartment and the lucky guy in the story was from 2 floors beneath us.Describing him, he was a well build. Through the good offices of the Kobekistani embassy in London he had bought a house in the stockbroker belt, easily commutable from London, but not so fashionable as to cost a fortune. Although his extremely generous salary had all been banked during his stay in Kobekistan, it was still a finite amount and he had no immediate source of income. Once there, he set about finding a job, leaving Shulah in the house alone whenever he went to London.The first meeting between Shulah and their next door.