"I know what a filly is, and yes! She's got a white star on her nose and..."Thus with an audience she was entertained and I excused myself to go make ...inner, once more doing my one legged bunny hop across the room. I was keeping it simple, hamburgers I thought spying the thawed ground beef I'd took out a day or two ago, I'd have to use it anyway. I slid frozen fries onto a cookie sheet.I was thinking to myself how domestic everything looked. How easily Kevin had slipped right in and filled a. He’d been ahead of the trend in recognizing the potential of the neighborhood back when he first bought the hotel. And I’d been one of the first urban pioneers in town to grasp the NYC magic of loft-living. Or, more accurately, to appreciate the creation of a loft-like space from fifteen or so hotel rooms in a building more than a century old.Gene told us, “I could convert the entire hotel to residential units but I want to keep the bottom four floors as hotel rooms. There are some tax. Can you come to the Vicarage, to pray perhaps?"Harriet nodded."I will see you then," I said. I opened the door and Harriet scrambled after her mother and sister who were waiting, one patiently, the other impatiently, for Harriet.The next morning I called upon the Vicar. Again, the modern New World reader to whom this is addressed might be unaware of the situations of the times I am narrating. The Vicar was a priest, but he was a servant of the estate, and his salary and position were entirely. I nod at the coat and she lays it back on the seat next to her, but remains with her legs crossed. I grope her thighs with my eyes; the nylon, her flesh, licking my lips as I do so. The woman looks down and I take the opportunity to slide forward, arriving on my haunches. I slide my hands round the top knee, lifting and moving the leg to one side. There’s a flicker of shame in the woman’s eyes, but also of anticipation. I revel in the feel of the black nylon against my hands, placing my hands.