<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i0.wp.com/style.pk/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/yasmeen-ghauri-biography-and-photos-18.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>Damn. The villain in the room suggests she wants me to stay, and proceeds to talk to Miss J like a pet, and a fairly singleminded one too. It’s something I might have dreamed of, but she is then set on me.<br/><br/>That just leaves Miss J who turns to me and stares wantonly at me. I haven’t moved when she starts strolling my knee and kneeling at<em>my</em>feet and her use of the name that du Monde has invented that tells me about how much choice there is around here.<br/><br/>I’m momentarily distracted when the maid returns and starts trying to remove my shoe only to be told to stop, but her touch makes me jump, shaking me out of the stupor when combined with the repeated use of a name I do not like. The jump makes the cup rattle, spill and then fall to the floor, spattering tea as it goes (hopefully not over Miss J, I hope), which in turn makes me jump to my feet.<br/><br/>And then I slap Miss J across the face in annoyance at not being able to do anything! The sound and pause cause a bit of silence, during which I glance at all three of them and then run from the room!