Please leave me something." she sobbed as she reached for the belt. She was trying desperately to salvage some sense of dignity. "She had to have some...hing to cover herself when this was over." She tried to tell herself.It probably wasn't all about the clothes. She was trying subconsciously to create some kind of struggle for power; to wrestle some sort of initiative away from him. By removing her own clothes, perhaps she could salvage least some modicum of control over the situation. She knew. We immediately tore into the food, which we finished in about ten minutes at most. “Nice place you have here,” I said, trying to be polite. I lied. The place was drab at best. It was obvious that he didn’t spend much time at home. He stood before me and gave me the once over. “We need to get you new clothes in the morning and new shoes. We’ll work on everything else later,” he said. I felt like a pet that he found and was trying to domesticate. “Now, what’s your name?” he asked again. . She hadn’t spared any expenses and the staff still remembered it fondly. Nancy was their friend, and they loved her.Soon she was inside and heading to the outdoor patio area near the pool and tennis courts. She had a favourite seat and hoped it was available. From there she could watch the Gulf and ignore the surrounding snobbery. She sighed as she made her way through the club complex. George had always understood and never questioned her need. She missed him fiercely every day. Together they. “Where on earth is it then Guy?”He chuckled, “OK, better take my hand because it’s down a little slope through here.”Having slivered down a path, the pair emerged into a clearing where the structure stood.Hand in hand they stood taking-in the strangeness of the old building.The Lodge was a folly of sorts; a small conical tower against a small square hall, built with local flint and stone. The clearing it which it stood, was worn through ages of activity; fire-ashes were still evident. A small.