"Somebody give you Women 101 at some point?"I shrugged. "It takes two to tango, Sir. I'll dance until she gets tired of having her feet stepped on." H...h," Polly grunted. "If she's that dumb, I can count ten other women who'll line up to take over..." She eyed me. "Maybe I know why, now." Turning on her heel, she headed off.Mr. French eyed me. The husband with the boy on his knee eyed me. Every OTHER male in the room eyed me. "You seem to have made an impression," Mr. French said. I can't bring harm to another." Quiet," Beatrice hissed. "The show is about to start."We looked back at the screen to see that the warning was again on the screen. The scene returned to the large room. This time the camera centered on the announcer as he stood in front of the four men who would be selecting, but we could see additional cameramen standing behind each man. The host directed the main camera to pan around the room. Along each wall was arrayed an incredible variety of women. They. Now. I demanded at the girl cowering in the locker room. She glanced around worriedly before she took off her skirt, then her blouse, then her tights, leaving her in a thin thong and bra. She looked for someone to save her, but no one would. She reached to undo her bra when I stopped her. Everyone out. As everyone turned to leave, the girl looked thankful. Except Scott and Richard. I finished with a smirk. As they filed out, I demanded rose to finish, and she stood before us naked. See Rose,. When he tries to prolong the moment, she pulls back just a fraction and he stops. ‘So?’ she asks. He looks whimsical, ‘I think we can relax now. That felt like ‘just good friends’ to me. You?’ ‘Just good friends.’ She nods. ‘Now can we go and get another drink?’ ‘How about that olde worlde little pub behind the church? The Tudor Rose. It should be quite quiet.’ ‘C’mon then.’ She takes his hand this time, practically dragging him to the door. ‘Hang on, I’ve got to collect my coat. Didn’t you.