And he’s out shopping for furniture. “I don’t have anything to do.”I excused myself, telling Alyssa I needed to take care of some things insid.... I thanked my young helper and sent her home, thinking she had no idea what I was actually thanking her for.Ten minutes later, I was in the shower, trying to wash off the dirtiness of the encounter with my new young neighbor. As hot water blasted against me, I thought about how wrong it was for a 35-year-old man to be having such thoughts – not least. ”“Thank you, Miss, its little things like that that aren’t covered in the tourist brochures.”“So what brings you to our country?” I asked, “Apart from the glorious sunshine we have today.”“Ever since we first heard of your country and the ... errr ... class system we have wanted to visit, Miss.”“Class system? You mean the fact that we are permitted to own slaves?”“Yes, Miss, and the fact that it is a women only society. May I say I was admiring your ... err ... slave, Miss.”I smiled at her. We had almost finished the bottle and now it was dark outside already. Nancy said, she was feeling tired and a bit intoxicated too and did not want to eat much. “I shall save my appetite for tomorrow, uncle”. She said and decided to go to bed. I directed her towards her bedroom while I went in the kitchen to wash couple of plates and glasses along with the knives and forks. There was not much to clean up and as I finished, I had a flashing thought of not having provided a blanket in Nancy’s. "I think I need to talk to Mrs. Browne. I can't tell from your description just what the problem is, but something is definitely wrong. I suggest you make an appointment for her as soon as possible," he said, no longer looking at me. I had been dismissed. I rose and turned to leave his office."Oh, Mr. Browne, is this covered by your company health insurance?" he asked. I nodded and then left. Thanks for the personal service, doctor.I went home with a feeling of dread. How was I going to get.