. Your . . . knees, slut!" He finished in a commanding voice.I swear that I made no concious decision, but nevertheless found myself kneeling on the f...oor staring up at him. "Good choice." Mark said. He pointed the remote behind me and the lights went out. Only the VCR gave off any light. Then he must have activated another control, because the curtains across the back wall parted to reveal a veiw of the aerobics class. Obviously the mirror that covered the back wall of the studio was a two way. He didn't want to buy a house, as he wasn't expecting to stay in England very long. The cash if we had sold, would have been handy. But the Yank offered us a bloody good rent so we let him have it. One of his colleagues rented the holiday cottage also at a good rate. So my Penny and I were happy.Eighteen months later both of our tenants' tours of duty in England came to an end and they and their nice families - whom Penny and I had gotten along very well with - went home to the States. For some. I broke the silence with the only thing I could think of."What brought you to work here?" Money. I make good money here. What brought you here?"Her knowing smile caused me some embarrassment. I flushed. This was all wrong. I knew it. I started talking to keep my mind off of my embarrassment."Well, the clients wanted to come to a dance club and enjoy themselves. I arranged it for them. They wanted me with them, so here I am. Haven't done this sort of thing, for clients, in a long time." I heard. He garbed himself in silly multicolored robes and oversizedheaddress weaved with preserved vines and leaves. Amazing what you candesign given time. Ridiculous he thought as he straightened his outfit.Things you do for a bit of money."Looking good exalted hierophant. Do you come to the faithful to bringword of your great works?" Eddie his front man asked setting him up."Trusted acolyte I do indeed but not of my own work but the work ofDodola the rejuvenator. She is the fertile mother of us.