’ ‘Yes, they do. And some of those people might qualify,’ she said, unfolding a sheet of paper as she spoke. ‘However, there are rules.’ ‘...OK, I’m lost.’ She chuckled, a musical sound that relaxed me. I still didn’t understand anything, though. ‘First you’re an angel, now you’re not. The money was in my bedroom, and now it isn’t. You want me to give the money away, but not to people who need it. I just don’t get any of this.’ I wanted to run to my bed and hide under the covers. I wouldn’t find. I explained that I thought the trousers I had on were a reasonable fit but possibly a little short in the leg.“No problem” he answered cheerfully “I'll just check to see if we have the longer leg in that size.”I returned to the cubicle and pulled the curtain across. A minute later I heard the lad outside, “hello sir, I have the longer leg”I pulled back the curtain “Ah thank you I'll try those”, he handed me the hanger and I started to unfasten the button on the ones I was wearing as I drew the. I asked the agent to let me interview the buyers. I was told that was against the ethics of the local real estate board and probably against the law.So, I asked the agent to describe the buyers. Buyer one was a young couple that had come into a small inheritance and wanted to buy a house and get out of apartment living. They had the lowest offer, full asking price, and they would pay for all closing costs and inspections. Buyer two was a young single Greek woman (as soon as she said Greek, I. The Countess does not abide hesitancy.” She swung the large iron door inward, and I noticed the sturdiness of the muscles flexing in her lithe arm. “Go in. Now.”I stepped forward into a large, circular, arena type structure. But instead of benches filled with spectators to watch some great spectacle in the central space below, the chamber was lined with ascending rows of stalls. In each of these stalls was a naked man, his hands locked into manacles attached to the stall’s frames. Something.