I went to read but there was not one half decent book among hundreds in the Library. There was no hot water for a bath, no oil lamps merely candles, a...d I dreaded my bed time as I was sure I would share my nocture with rats or worse.And indeed it was worse. The Housekeeper had severely misjudged me.“Have my bed warmed,” I instructed a half hour before retiring. Miss Williams the Housekeeper agreed.Normally and half sensible person would place glowing coals in the bed pan and warm the bed. .the referee." It was a femininevoice, but had a very controlled edge to it, a very mature tone. Sam gotthe sense that he was dealing with someone who was very much in commandof his current situation."The referee for what?"The eyes started to fade into the darkness."Have a good time, you stud you."A scrape of metal on stone sounded from the walls and floor and Sam feltthe bonds restraining him let go. He stepped forward and tried to grabwhoever was in front of him but she was already gone.Sam. The light was blinding and she instinctively put her hand up to protect her eyes. That’s when she noticed the building for the first time since she moved there four years ago. The sign over the window said O’Reilly’s Antique Shoppe. The cluttered front window contained a collection of old radios, hats, toys, books and a mannequin wearing a 1920’s Flapper dress. It was something behind the junk in the window that reflected the sunlight, something that from the curb looked like a large pile of. I was like not exactly happy. Like they couldn't find abrain dead guy? They had me undergoing therapy with this so totally hotshrink to learn to deal with it but he was like dead from the waist downor something. I never got a rise out of him. Then, one night when I wason the cusp of discovering the female orgasm... To be continued. Yeah Doc,that's where I'm at. Still like so totally on the cusp eleven yearslater. Like have you any clue what that frustration is like? Sometimes Iwish I could.