More or less. Emily looked at me in disbelief: "I don't believe one word...you must either go to very few or your flat must be massive". Pretending to...be annoyed about her teasing I invited her to my flat: "See it with your own eyes then!".In my flat I opened a botte of wine and showed her my shelves of personal art history. Some of it was quite ridiculous and we compared the deformed sculptures in one book with some of our friends and colleagues - the similarity was often quite remarkable. A. Ruth had seemed rather haughty and disdainful when they had met before. "But," thought George, "perhaps that had something to do with the maid's uniform I was wearing." He turned to Erica and said, "Of course, Mistress, I am sorry to have been so presumptuous as to imagine you would allow yourself to be seen in public with me." Very good, George, very good," Erica responded. "You are a very good slave, you know." George allowed himself a smile of satisfaction. "Now, you are to meet Mistress. ‘Thanks. Keep working with me and there may be hope.’ ‘Possibly.’ I spent an hour composing an email. After some critical editing by Annie I sent it to her office address. I tossed and turned for hours before finally falling into a shallow and unrefreshing sleep. By late morning the next day, a Friday, I was prowling and growling like a caged tiger. No response from Ferry. I was about to call her office, when my phone pinged at 11:30. I saw the sender and my heart skipped several beats as I. I made sure that I stood tippy-toe atop my stiletto-heeled sandals to make my legs look extra sexy. Sometimes a guy will even come up and ask me if I need help. They always seem to have a hard time looking me in the eye. Once I thought a guy was going to start jerking off right there at the gas pump as he stared at me in one of my outfits! After leaving the gas station I headed towards a small shopping center near my home. As I rounded the corner I noticed a motorcycle cop sitting on his.