"She laid a couple of fresh, fluffy towels down on the floor of thebedroom and instructed me to lie down. Then she proceeded to rubgenerous amounts o...f moisturizer all over my body, making sure tothoroughly rub it into every pore, while also kneading my sore muscles.When she was through, I was close to exhaustion. It had been a long day."Are you tired?" she asked, seeing me yawn."Mmm," I said, trying to sound flirtatious. "I think I'd like to getinto bed, anyway." Just one thing first,. Tizzy had frowned when she saw that, but she could scarcely pretend that it was the first time she'd seen something like that. Such signs graced so many of the shops in downtown Manhattan. And, indeed, even some shops and hotels in Harlem didn't welcome people of colour. Tizzy sniffed, but this was the way of the world. It had been like that all her life. And it would probably be like that forever. Leastways, she wasn't no slave. Thank the Merciful Lord for progress!The wallpaper in the hotel. The trainer also laid out a menu for her that included her meals away from the office. The menu included links to recipes and nothing seemed difficult. In fact, some of them seemed pretty interesting.Friday morning found Stephanie once again dressed in an outfit that displayed far more skin that she was used to. But she knew better than to complain. She just focused on being there for Ms. Sky as she went about her dealings of the day.But, then at 2, Ms. Sky announced that they were going out to. "No comment." Ah, yes, the famous Ben reluctance to talk, even though everyone knows you just boned the Sanders twins." Megan nodded. "Probably the only 'nice guy' quality you've got left." Hey, I always make sure the girl is satisfied," I pointed out."Your golden rule. That makes you a good lover, Ben; not a nice guy." Megan sighed. "Enjoying your life, are you?"At first I was ready to nod enthusiastically, but I felt something inside me deflate. Yeah, messing around with the Sanders twins was.