She had said there would be plenty of surprises, and she wasn’t wrong.  The contents of this space certainly fit that bill but led to the question "where there more?"<em>Toys and such for whatever I can imagine ….<br/></em><br/>Could she really be on the “Game?”  That last look and the wink that she had given me gave rise to all kinds of possibilities.  That wink promised much.  And she had a handle on the contents of the wardrobe.<br/><br/>Taking a punt, I turn to her, take her in my arms, grab a handful of hair, tip her head back and kiss her gently then with passion before releasing her and quickly stepping back.  For all I know, she might be an expert in kung fu.  I might be on the point of losing my testicles.<br/><br/>That white dress now displays a patina of dust, but of more interest is how she will respond.  Do I need to prepare to cut and run?  She said that she had been assigned to keep me company.  Just what did that mean? Hopefully that stolen kiss will provide an answer.<br/><br/>“Let’s get together for tea.  Can I meet you at the bar in 40 minutes.  Will that give you sufficient time?  Are there any rules on dress?  What’s the grub like here anyway?<br/>But then, if you’ve been assigned to “entertain” me, does that include cooking?  Naw, lets enjoy ourselves and have the "resort" do their best for us.  Does that suit you?"<br/><br/>While I gabble on, I keep a wary eye on her, waiting for a reaction.<br/><br/>"Perhaps, an hour would be more appropriate?"  With an hour in hand, I will have ample time to explore the contents of this wardrobe and examine these 'toys'.  Then, if my current premise is correct, I can let my imagination put her and the 'toys' together.   While my actual experience may be limited, Affram and I had had access to a fantastic selection of books as various noodlers had visited and left their books with us.<br/><br/>Imagination might just now be on the point of satisfaction.