I sat upamong the disordered coverings and looked about. I was alone. Myclothes were d****d over a settee where I had placed them ondisrobing the prev...ious night. I was entirely naked and had a splittingheadache, the explanation of which was apparent in the form of emptybottles and wine-stained goblets on a small tabouret near the bed.As my glance roved about the room it encountered a clock sustainedin the uplifted arms of a porcelain shepherdess, and I saw with a startthat it was past the hour. Except that is when I’m having a secret visitor in which case he keeps discreetly out of the way.”“What sort of secret visitor?”“Mind your own business young lady!” Rachel laughed “I’ll tell you something though. If the walls of these cellars could talk they’d be able to write their price on an open check for any tabloid paper in the land!” Rachel removed her cuffs and collar and stretched out luxuriously on the low bed. “Hmm! That’s better! It’s hard work instructing young slaves!”“I’m sorry. ’ he said with a tiny grin, but lost it as he went on, ‘This morning she threw the ring in my face and said she was leaving me. She took most of her stuff.’ Roman and Laura had been engaged for a while now. It was no surprise. They’d been together since Freshman year. Now we were all grad students, and it seemed obvious to everyone that the perfect couple in our circle of friends would tie the knot. ‘So, that’s it? She just called it off?’ He nodded, ‘Said she found someone else.’ Found. I then went and sat in the corner and told him to wait for Jane. This was her show.She entered, wearing the robe and high heels. God she looked sexy.“Hello Peter” she said. This time no blindfolds, no watching from afar. He was initially lost for words.“Hello” he stammered nervously.Jane walked to a few feet from him and opened the robe.“Do you like my undies Peter?” I don’t know if he recognised them, but doubted he would ever imagine they could be his mothers. It made no sense!“Yes”With that.