“Jim has… well he’s a little racist, but that’s not why—”“Only my momma call me Charles, an’ she been up in heaven forty years now,”...the man interrupted. “You call me Charlie jus’ like everybody else, and you don’t be ‘fraid to set me up in a room with some racist Jim, Charlie can handle hisself just fine, li’l miss.” The old man’s dark skin was deeply furrowed by a lifetime of wrinkles, but Rebecca found his stubborn, provoking smile quite charming.She was leisurely pushing his wheelchair. At Eight, they began their first set. The pool players kept going, the women danced together, the Scarecrow watched with envy, Petey and Freddy drank beer. Every woman in the place asked Tom to dance, and he obliged most of them, limiting them to one dance apiece. Suddenly, Michelle walked through the door, followed by Mutt Hayes. Michelle wore a blue wrap around skirt and yellow cover-up over a flesh covered bikini. Her graceful curves made Tom’s heart leap: her round hips switched back and. "East Whisty? Where on earth's that?" About a mile east of West Whisty." Smarty pants!" About seven miles north-east of Winchester." Miles away." It's quite easy by road after the first few miles and I do have my own car." Gosh! What is it?" A seven year old Polo convertible. It's in jolly good nick too. It only had twenty-one thousand on the clock when I got it for my birthday three months ago. Apparently, it was owned by an old lady who hardly used it." Wow! That sounds great." It means I can. "From experience, I knew it helped to start the test off firmly in control and with the subject at least slightly off balance. Smiling to myself I decided to have a little fun."Strip," I commanded with a leer."What?!?" she asked, looking shocked that I could be so blunt to any girl, let alone her.Now openly smiling, I clarified, "I said that to enter this fantasy first you, not your clothing, must be tested. Clothing past this door is a privilege you have not yet earned. Therefore if you wish.