I’m a bit surprised to discover that she doesn’t have experience or knowledge about all the ‘toys’.  It seemed logical to assume that because she worked here, she would know about them, even if her personal levels of acceptance exclude them.  However, her expression of her willingness to experiment gives a bump to my excitement level.<br/><br/>Then a frisson runs up my back and goose bumps develop as I feel her foot touch the side of my leg, slide along it before being removed.<br/><br/>Rising to my feet, I extend my hand to Kozzy.  “May I invite you to join me in my room?” I laughingly enquire.  Perhaps I'm even leering.  “We can arrange for some wine or whatever when it suits us.”<br/><br/>Truly, I want to rush her back to the seclusion of my room, but I wait patiently for her to rise so I can affectionately place my arm around her waist and escort her back to the lift.<br/><br/>“Back in Oz its not the normal practice to leave a tip, but I’ve discovered that things are different out here.  What is the practice at ‘The Place’?<br/>