And yet only he had ever accused me of being a lady. Giving in to temptation I raised my eyes to his sinewy chest, balling the silk in my hands I stro...ed his body with my eyes. He was something to behold. Alabaster skin that rippled over muscular hills surrounding the valley of the navel. A smattering of light brown hair trailing down into his breeches led to untold delights. He cleared his throat, and I caught myself staring at the ties to his breeches. I looked away only to realize I have. She carried a leather purse which she tossed onto the table as she entered.The stage was set up like a one-room apartment. Small convertible couch, unfolded now into a bed, the table, two chairs, a stereo. An opening suggested a kitchenette off to the left. The door she entered from was to the right. Young business woman coming home after work.Shirley had been tracing her finger over my stomach, sometimes slipping it between two buttons on my shirt. At the moment, she seemed to be worrying my. Unlike Gates, my wealth is hidden, well under the Radar.I suppose a bit about me might be in order at this stage. My name is Graham Stoddart. Actually its SIR Graham (I was knighted ostensibly for services to Charity, although many would say the Charity in question was the Prime Ministers political party. I'm 40 years old, good looking (allegedly) and very very rich. Oh, and I'm a psychopath.Not, you understand a jack the Ripper, or a Dexter, with an uncontrollable urge to kill. I'm a real. On the initial encounter, it looked like we would be stopped, but we managed to fight our way through.The robots had set up a crossfire which had us stopped cold. I sent Cicero and Amy to the right to draw fire while Augusta, Jim, and Arthur tried to sneak around to the left without attracting attention. Once everybody was in position, Amy and Cicero began shooting at the robots as fast as they could pump out the shots. Arthur, Augusta, and Jim used this distraction to sneak to their assigned.