However, Cynthia looked lovely this morning, she was wearing a very flimsy housecoat over her nightdress which left very little to the imagination... ...o his surprise she stood up, picked up her coffee and moved to sit down opposite Tony at his table."I would like to apologise to you for my silly comments last night." she said with a whimsical smile."I was tired and I guess we are both kind of prisoners in this luxury gaol together".Tony laughed "Its I who should be apologizing because I should. I heard the bathroom door open and turned to see her enter the bedroom, freshly showered, and wrapped only in a towel. I just know my eyes were wide at the sight before me.She looked at me and said, "I saw you looking down my blouse, Tommy," as I thought that I had been caught and was now in big, big trouble and that she would tell my mom."I think we had better have a little talk, Tommy, come over here," and she motioned me to her as I came forward, eyes, looking down, not knowing what to. Simultaneously I tried to be friendly but not have her mess up my hair or pass the smell of whatever she had stepped in on to me. She was the type who liked to touch."How have you been?" she asked insisting to hold my hands. I could tell by her voice she was mocking the failure of my short, doomed marriage to James. I could feel her fingers fiddling with the ring on my finger. I tried to ignore the feeling that she might try to pull it off. She looked at my hand and then back to my face. "Did. The interview was a rather simple one, they just checked over my medical and sexual history, and asked if I was OK with the terms of the contract. It was them I remembered I hadn't actually read the contract, but not wanting to admit this I said yes. I then signed the contract. “We'll show you to your room now.” I was told. I looked a little puzzled. “But I have to go home and collect some things,” I replied. “Oh don't worry about that, we supply everything for your needs. Follow me.” They held.