Thers were invading the slowly declining warehouse area, as most of the wholesalers moved out of the city to avoid the high real estate prices.He?d me... a young woman as he was leaving the scene after the preliminaries were done. What was her name again? While his omelet cooked, he went to his dresser and retrieved her card.Linda Beane, C.S.W., GLBT Outreach of New York, Inc. That was it, no address, and only a phone number. I suppose that makes sense, he thought. Years ago, he had worked with. Now here we were together in my room thisafternoon. Benton, having removed the broken pane and cut a new one fromthe glass sheet he had brought with him, was applying putty around theedge of that pane."You look like you know what you're doing," I said. "Were you a handymanin civvy street, or are these skills they taught you during your SOEtraining?" Growing up relatively poor on an isolated farm I had to learn how toturn my hand to most things," he said. "Jack of all trades and master ofnone,. I found a cassette of classical excerpts in the glove compartment which met Laurens’s approval and switched it on. Lauren turned out to be a steady and careful driver and far more confident than she had led me to believe and in just over an hour and a half despite the Saturday traffic, we were driving along Marine Drive with the village of Barton-on-Sea to our left and the sea visible over the cliffs to our right. ‘Let’s take a walk on the cliffs!’ Lauren suggested and pulled into a small car. I get the message, I will be silent, there is little I can do with my hands locked behind my back and my body attached to the post by a leash from my nipple rings.Sonia begins brushing my hair, long stokes, laying it flat on my shoulders and back, she has a number of ribbons in the red white and blue that I can see up the street, as she plats my hair she intertwines the colours alternating them is a sensible pattern so when she is finished I have a multi coloured plat to just below my shoulders.