I watched as she brushed her hair and caught her eye in the mirror. I said how beautiful her hair was and she smiled and brushed. Freshly dressed, I w...nt to the kitchen and she looked up at me as if assessing me. ‘You’ll do. Let’s go.’ Go we did and I knew of a lovely little café close by run by a German lady called, always, Frau Meyer. I introduced my friend to her and she showed us to a table near the window. She had never shown me to a table before, I thought. ‘Ve cannot heff customers of. The colours of the many fabrics displayed, the colours of the spices offered which for a moment I believed to be floral. Chanderpal was very much needed. Indian salesmen did not wait for customers to come to them, they all seemed to have the instinct to home in on a prospect and would encourage them to visit their stall, usually praising their merchandise and demeaning the competition at the same time. I was particularly taken by the lengths of brightly coloured and patterned fine cottons. Tony built a long, open four shelf unit. It ran from the front wall of the unit, all the way to the kitchen area. That wall of open shelves came with a hanging area for clothes. He sprayed the shelves with the same paint we had used on the wall. Only after all that was done, did I have the carpet installed. It was a lot of work especially with me and Tony being the master builders. That small fact meant, we had no master builders. Tony and I designed things in that first apartment as we went. It was appealing and sexy to ‘unveil’ the client, removing the clothing and underwear, piece by piece. For the men a t-shirt, jeans and boxers if they did not feel comfortable going commando. K noticed Christie and Michael holding hands. They released their hold as they stood before her, waiting. K cupped Michael cheek, then Christie’s. “I want to do what feels right. There are certain techniques but everyone adapts differently. Undress her.” K stepped back and Michael took K’s instruction, but.