After weeks of frequent visits to the restaurant, I was familiar to Bruce and all his workers. He takes care of my foods and cooks me his best dishes....Whenever he was free, he chatted with me and we had drinks together. One evening, he said, he would like to introduce some ladies to me as he saw that I was always alone. He told me that some of his regular ladies customers were lonely and in needs of companionship. After they had tasted his foods, they would come back again. He was so honored to. Turns out I'm just an old perv."No, no ... nothing like that. Still have a dirty mind I see," she said, grinning."Let me tell you about the first thing. The first thing is to give you my journals. Since ... what happened, and I first saw Jim, I've been keeping a journal. Five or six sentences a day, about my day, my feelings and so on. It's supposed to be a chronicle of my journey of self-understanding. Jesus, that sounds pompous, doesn't it?"I did smile back and nodded. "A bit." Yeah, I. And in the eyes of these men, of men who have seen cities burning, tribes slaughtered, men, women and children killed in brutal border wars, who have taken part in the worst of atrocities during civil wars, rapists, killers all, they look at her, their charge, and she can see the pity in their eyes. For they know what the emperor likes for his amusement... And at the palace she sees the pity again, in the eyes of the slave girls bathing her, lathering her with natural sponges and scented soaps. The atmosphere was charged with a tension, but at the same time a good tension, everyone was smiling and laughing and they all seemed so happy and jolly.The music stopped with me standing in front of Fred, as I bent down to touch my shoes on either foot, my slutty nurses uniform was riding right up at this point showing my full length of legs and my arse in my panties.As the music stopped the guys began booing and cries of, "More, more," went around.I looked at Peter, smiled and nodded and he.