“What would she say, and do, if she caught you?”You start to develop dark imagery of being caught, exposed and humiliated. They fill you with inte...se fear but, through constant association with the sensual and emotional girlie pleasures you’re immersed in, and the erotic ecstasy of pleasuring yourself and slowly bring yourself to climax, they conflate into a kind of dark fantasy which arouses you. After you’ve climaxed, with the erotic arousal spent, you suddenly see yourself not as the girl. She was tall in those heels and my face was not far from her shaved keyhole. It occurred to me again in that moment that it reminded me of an old fashioned keyhole, round and indented at the top with a straight slot below. My key wanted to see if it would open her door. “What do you want?” she asked. My mind was in a fog, her question unable to penetrate my reverie. “What are you doing here? What do you want?” she asked, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look up at her. “Do you even know. There was another bar, and some guys playing darts. Another small group was playing cards.“What do you think? Want to take a dip?. You can go get a swimsuit or go in your underwear. Or naked. No one will bother you if you’re with me.” She made a sharp whistle with her lips and Max came running out of the house and sat attentively beside her. Shocking herself, and everyone else, she put her purse on the bar and started to undress. She had suddenly slipped into some kind of an alternate. ”“Thank you, Sir Alan, a very cosy and comfortable room.”“Yes, it is blessedly free of draughts, being a Grade I* listed building, we are not allowed to replace the Tudor windows with triple glazing.”“A beautiful building, as wondrous inside as out, so maybe there is a penalty for the privilege of living here.”“Yes, it is a privilege to live in this old house. But it takes a lot to keep it in fine condition and to continue to beautify it. I see your eye is taken by my latest painting. I was.