I had real reservations. Not about her sex, but about her mental health.‎It seemed that Lucinda Mercer was US Army combat veteran who had been decla...ed disabled. She had a chunk of her leg blown away by an IED somewhere in Afghanistan. She was suffering from the same things as me only worse.‎‎”Ms Mercer I have read your record and it is very impressive,” I said.‎‎”You are impressed by the fact that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time?” she asked.‎‎”Actually yes,” I said. “Just being. .. listening for him and only hearing the miniature grandfather's clock in the hall ticking off the slow and endless seconds before Howard would arrive... And so she had agreed with Howard's request to accompany him tonight, not even uttering one word about how the types of men and their mates she would find here disagreed with her. Usually she did so, for while she loved Howard and admired his boss, the suede-shoe operators at Auto Circus left her cold. They were loud, crude, and drank too. We have our own, separate, experiences practicing it, and while we try to adhere to some of its rules some of the time, it certainly does no harm, ever, if we do get carried away through ardour or plain lust. We don't normally discuss it. It will have to be a private thing with you as well. Soon you will know what works for the two of you. And you will reap the benefits. I don't want to sound too clinical, but perhaps it would be best if you concentrated on non-genital caresses and stimulation. . I thinkwe can call this area done, lets go to the salon. I know several of youhave been there..."She leads off and again we file along behind her, round the corridors tothe large pink area that denotes the salon. There's a bored receptionistchewing bubble gum looking away from us as we enter. She glances round,and sneers at us, then gasps as she sees mistress Thorne and the bubblebursts over her face."H.. hello Mistress Thorne.." she stammers wiping the gum off her face."You were expecting.