" The smile on her face for the first time appeared to be genuine rather than nervous."Good, I guess you can now lump me in with 'everybody, '" he sai..., trying to get her to smile. But it had the opposite effect. She did smile, but it was obviously forced."Well, to be honest, 'everybody' is not exactly a lot of people."Desperate to get her onto a more positive path, Gregg tried again. "So Charli, what do you do for fun?" Well, I listen to music, play computer games, hang out with friends in. I got up to go back inside and as I got to the lift area she was there, she said "My boyfriend's a cunt", I couldn't disagree with her. She was wearing a short denim skirt, a blue top and she had long dark hair, she looked about 26-27.As the lift arrived she asked me which floor I wanted and I said "5th", she said she was on the 4th, as we rode in the ricketty old lift it began to sway and she said she hates lifts, as we got to the 4th floor she asked me if I'd see her to her door. I wasn't. There was a knock on the door. Mrs V shouted she would be there in a minute. She rushed upstairs and put on a robe that she tied loosely at the middle. She opened the door and the gardeners introduced themselves as Adam and James. They would starting work the following morning and would turn up about 8.30 am. Mrs V said she looked forward to them arriving, smiled and closed the door.Next morning Mrs V was up earlier than normal. She had a shower and dressed in a pair of sheer seamed black. "Of course, Sonny. What is on your mind? Is something wrong?" Ah, well, sort of, Mrs. Honeywell, it is about, er . . . ." I stopped all together, stalling. My reluctance was real. Except for the fact I wanted to talk about it with her, wanted to get the subject open it was still exceedingly difficult to discuss sex with a woman. "Yes?" She said, prompting. "Well, sex." I said finally. "I need to discuss sex and, and, and relationships. But this is mostly about sex, I think but maybe not." I.