”“You mean your Dad?”She nodded.“But ... Surely you’ve got other things to remember him by? Photos and things like that?”She nodded. “Of...course. But he loved that company. It was what he lived for. What he died for as well I suppose. Selling it feels like selling a part of him, you know?”I didn’t know, but I didn’t say that. We walked in silence for another hundred yards or so before I said, “Riss, you do know he’d planned to sell the company before ... Well, before. That’s why he brought Pete. I wanted to ram one of those toys up my shit hole there and then.Mrs. Flanders handed me an old fashioned dress, pinny, some of those bloomer knickers and a proper old fashioned frilly hat that servants used back in the olden days and told me I was to wear them throughout the night. She then went on to explain that she was going to keep me in the shed, bent over the padded table, legs spread, arse in the air with my ankles tied to the table legs. Boy was I looking forward to this. She really. It finally reached the point where it was lesspainful to leave than to stay. They had gotten a glance of what awaitedthem on the night they traveled back into the past.They had materialized, still in their male forms, in front of theMajestic. The proud movie showplace of the 1940s and 50s had peelingpaint outside and a marquee with missing lights and mis-matched letters.Inside, the plush seats were worn, stained and threadbare. But none ofthat mattered; they entered as males in 2003 and emerged. I didn’t want to sound weak, but I also wanted to ask her for more. This was just random sex though, so I didn’t want to ruin whatever this was so I dressed myself without a further word. Jenny stopped at the door and looked back at me. “That was not what I was expecting, but it was fun.” And again with that, the door opened and closed, this time leaving me alone in the office, standing in my pants. I finished dressing as soon as I could and walked to the same door, giving the room.