Confused, I glanced around, water getting in my eyes and making them sting. Squinting at the houses, I noticed one with a door open and a man waving m... toward him. Eagerly taking the invitation, I scrambled to his doorstep and paused. “Just come in,” he said, chuckling. “You look cold.” Samuel! I thought, my heartbeat instantly speeding and my breath catching. I hadn’t realized who it was until I was close enough. He was probably the sexiest man I’d ever met, a little over six feet tall,. She almost welcomed the breaking of the monotony, even though it meant more degradation and humiliation -- more performances that she would lie and regret and hate herself for when she was locked again in the lonely room for another two days.As Paul saw her weakness -- her absolute phobia about being alone for extended periods -- he played upon it for all it was worth. So on the second and third sessions in the "gym" she was almost too cooperative to be interesting.But Paul changed that on. “Don’t you get enough of being close?”Agnes grinned back. “Nope. My Viking is pleasant to sit close to and I’m planning on continuing to do that for the rest of our lives. He is a good man.”Jimmy smirked. “As long as all he does is sit.”Agnes smiled. “That will change in two weeks. Then, we’ll debauch each other. I’m looking forward to that time.”Jimmy seemed do decide that he’d been trumped each time so he kept quiet. Missus Stover had come to no such decision. “There’s no hanky-panky going on. The only thing missing is tables, chairs, music and a topless waitress pushing overpriced drinks.On second thought, this is much better than a strip club. The women here are embarrassed. They blush. They aren't hardened, inured to the act of undressing in front of an audience. This is much sexier.A pretty young woman came over pushing an empty clothing rack and introduced herself. She smiled and told us her name is Kara. She helped us hang up the clothing that we, or actually I, selected. Mouse.