Taking the guitars out off their cases Jenny looked at the strings doubtfully. They would need restringing before tonight. Tuning up the P Bass was ea...y and Jenny plugged it in and played a few notes. Boris didn’t make a sound.“Looks like we’ve lost some valves, now where were the spares?” Jenny found the box for the spare valves, and found it was empty.“Ok, shopping time, lets go and see Paul.”Jenny drove into town and went to the small music shop where she had always bought her strings, there. He looked beside him and sure enough his wife Emily was soundasleep seemly undisturbed. Stephen quietly got out of bed and went intothe bathroom to wash his face.Once inside he closed the door and put the light on. He then gripped theedges of the sink. What had just happened? Had it really all happened orwas it just a dream? There was no way that they could have moved himwithout disturbing Emily and yet...it all seemed so real. After washinghis face he checked himself in the mirror. He still. Nevertheless, they were in bed by half past nine and resumed making love, two successive sessions and one in the small hours when Christopher subconsciously squeezed Jenny and she woke.In the shower next morning Jenny smiled at Christopher sadly."I'm afraid, my sweet, gentle Chris, that I've probably shot my bolt for the rest of the weekend. I'm a bit tender to the touch."He smiled warmly back at her. "Not entirely surprising, Jenny Wren. It's had a pretty substantial workout. Thanks for your. We have guards for security and for monitoring the clients". "Willingly, but...".He caught himself. "I see, and how many clients?" "We have fifty suites, Sir,but rarely more than about thirty clients staying at one time". "So only onesixth of the slaves are working. What do they do when not serving a client?" "Someclients use more than one slave at a time, as I said. But all slaves have twelve-hourshifts, if they're not the property of an owner. When not actually servinga client during work.