Her feet kicked under her.Her husband walked past me. “You break her you bought her! The food looks great.”Peter, “I’m starving.” Lavi was r...ight behind him. The Hellers obviously understood the importance of a good meal. I put my grandmother in law or whatever she was down.“So, Bubbeh?” I asked.“You call me Adriane.”“I’m too old to call you Bubbeh?” I grinned.She shook her head in negation. “Too much trouble I think. I don’t want to be responsible for you. Let’s eat before my boys leave us. I want her to meet you and thank you too. You will come, won't you?”“I’d be honoured. Let me know when it’s convenient. Thank you.”Despite my protests, he carried the box to my car and, as I drove off, he promised to keep searching for more.The women’s suffrage movement wasn’t something I knew a lot about but I was fortunate that a former girlfriend, with whom I had remained close, was an expert. A zealous feminist herself, she’d made it the subject of her PhD. Who better to contact?May. They wandered in, Sandra said " Oh look at that!" It was a martinet whip! She picked it up, it had about 12 thin strands of leather, 20" long leading from a leather covered wooden handle. " Bit kinky, are we?" asked Mike! " Just a bit Darling!" replied Sandra, who paid £3.00 for the whip, " Come on, let's go to that pub!"Off they went, Sandra had about 4 drinks fairly quickly while Mike had one! Mike said " You said you were a bit kinky, do you want to take that a bit further?" Sandra giggled,. I was better at giving myself orgasms than any guy I hooked up with.Diane refilled their three glasses with white wine. "Then I met George." I was working in a small cafe when this older - well at the time I was all of nineteen so a guy in his mid thirties seemed so very ... mature," Diane waved her hand dramatically. "Anyway this guy, George, came in one day and ordered a coffee. He kept looking at me - nothing creepy, just a quiet, smiling, nodding appreciation. When he left, there was a.