'I'm a bit curious,' you say. 'I thought that it was your turn to make up the rules. And you choose to go for a picnic?'I open up the picnic basket an... remove a bottle of champagne and two flutes, handing you the glasses. As quietly as I can I pop the bottle, smiling as a red admiral butterfly flutters past. I pour two glasses of fizz and then remove something else I have packed in the picnic basket. I show it to you and your eyes open wide. 'A camera?''I want to take photos of you. 'You down. " He would be an adornment to the dignity of the Golden Palace, and he could have charge of the wine cellar," the boy answered with all the gravity he could muster, "My grandmamma and the Earl have one called Crichton, but that isn't his real name. He lent me all the books about Jeeves." I am sorry the wine in the Golden Palace's cellars is not up to the Crown Prince's Epicurean standards. I will have myself whipped immediately."One of the eunuchs made an odd choking noise, not realising that. He sat stupefied in his chair."Do you think you could go along with it, Tommy?" Furness asked, his voice almost pleading."After what you did for me, I can't very well say no," Tommy finally managed to reply. "But I just don't think there's the slightest possibility that Linda would go for it. I told you how she even holds me off most of the time."Furness waved his hand as though how Linda might feel was not even worth considering. "Let me worry about that. Just tell me it's okay, and that. ’ ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘And wear the boots to work tomorrow.’ ‘Yes, Master. The boots.’ These boots were ridiculous. She’d been in them all day now. Alone in her office, why couldn’t she take them off? She shuddered as she remembered the subtle leers from Billy and Luis as they watched her walk away from them after that last failed confrontation. But could anything else be expected? Perhaps not in these boots which seemed to make her walk like a slut. Made her feel like a slut. Oh God, She was.