Blaylock. How long have you dreamed of me while you sat in this big house all alone and wished – prayed – for a real man to come and sweep you off...your feet? A man that appreciates the care you take of your body and knows exactly how to lead you to ecstasy. Someone to break into the suffocating humdrum of your life and whisk you off on a magic carpet ride of sensual adventure. Someone who can free the dirty girl that lies trapped inside that cocoon of respectability!”She stood frozen and I. The day when it was just the two of us.She gave me a slight nod as she stood there holding her basket. I could tell her eyes were filled with mischief as she glanced left and right before saying anything."Did you have a nice time yesterday," she asked, "with Ruth?"Our eyes met as she slowly walked along her side of the aisle to the vegetable stall. She glanced over her shoulder and gave me her best "well, follow me then" look.I picked up a couple of oranges and dropped them into a clear plastic. ‘Perhaps I am too submissive to tell him how I really felt,’ she thought. The interviewer turned to the camera and said, “There you have it. The stars of ‘Loving it in Soho’ have confessed that their scene was real sex!” Dee blushed. Lord Harold took her hand. She turned to him and blew him a kiss. At that moment a photographer captured the kiss. He leaned toward Dee and the two kissed passionately before the flashing strobes and rolling video cameras. Lord Harold was holding Dee’s little. “I gotta say, part of me thought I was over-selling my abilities, but I should never have doubted myself. It all worked out—as well as it damn well coulda.”“Which means …”“Which means among other things I’m one very happy boy right now.”“I don’t doubt it.” So the blond pixie had given it up first chance she got. “But how exactly does that benefit me?”“Tell me where you are and I’ll come explain.”“I’ll look forward to that.” She gave him directions to the shop, signed off and waited, wondering.