He opened the door, and was a little shocked to see me smiling naughtily at him. I started walking into his room and asked him how he could make his w...ife sleep alone in the next room? It took him a minute to recover. He quickly put his hand around me waist and pulled me onto him. I crashed on him and we both fell on the bed with him under me. We rolled on the bed and he was now over me with his right hand under me and his left hand on my cheeks.“Will you be my wife for a month then?”, he asked.. " Oh, Yes, I remember. I will go into town tomorrow and start looking for him."I turned away, as was polite when ending a conversation, and bumped into a bevy of the maidens of the village. One woman/girl appeared to have been appointed spokesperson for the group. She said, "White Wolf, we are tired of waiting on you and listening to your excuses. Starting tonight, you WILL spend the night in one of our huts. We have all heard of your adventures, and we are not willing to let your luck escape. I've left her alone in the dark for an hour and 21 minutes where she sat without light, without music, and only the sounds my movements in the other room where she wondered what I was doing and when I would return, and the traffic of Yonge Street at her back.I light a candle before closing the door behind me. I don't say a word. I can feel the tension in the room and I know how nervous she is, I can feel it flood the room and it excites me. The flame of the candle glows and I can see her face. The card, unlike some of the others, showed the girl’s face clearly, with its delightfully cheeky come-to-bed grin. She looked in her mid-twenties and, without being fat, had plenty of those curves in the right places. With trembling hands I dialled the number. A rich chocolaty seductive voice answered and directed me to a nearby basement flat. I found it easily and, feeling thoroughly frightened, in fact fully expecting some toughs to jump out and mug me, I rang the bell. The door was opened.