Many clients of the clinic were quite elderly and looking for a “fountain of youth”. Why the hell is an eighty-five-year-old man worried about his...erection? She thought to herself. The answer came from her own head… Never mind, a smile formed across her face.Trish shook her head and finished her tasks. She popped out of the room and craned her neck to check on the front desk. Roger Pearson was checking in for his appointment. Oh well, hello. What are you doing here? She wondered. As she was. And I loved them all like the brothers and sisters I never had. The house itself was obviously in drastic need of a makeover. Cracks in the plaster snaked their way across the walls of every room of the building, but I adored our temporary home. My next ports of call were the bedrooms. Even though I was convinced that I was alone in the house, I tapped on each door before entering and quickly checking the power points and dresser drawers, but each time I again left empty-handed. None of the. ‘Of course I’ll help,’ a calm, soothing voice replied, speaking as much in her mind as to the open air. The speaker was a woman, with a cultured British accent that sounded like blessed music in Adventure Girl’s ears. She recognized it instantly. ‘Professor Psyche,’ she sighed in relief as the sensations of endless, irresistible pleasure cut off, leaving her free to think again. She didn’t know just what had brought the leader of the Utopians to Pyramid City, but her timing couldn’t be better.. “Boots next,” Miss Scarlet instructed. “Yes Miss.” I waited for her to plonk herself down on the wooden chair in front of her dressing table, then I knelt at her feet. Each calf length boot had stout, black laces meshed around a bank of hooks and eyelets that ran down the boot like a spine. I paused, my fingertips grazing the shiny black leather. It was soft and clung to her like a second skin, flattering her narrow ankles and shapely legs. “This place is going to the dogs, Anne, ‘ave you.