A tall slim smart man in his thirties appeared at his side, making him jump slightly.
“Jim, my name is Paul, Ria sent me to collect you and take you back to our home. If you’re ready we can depart anytime!”
Jim was more than ready; he stood up brushing his skirt down and indicated for Paul to led the way, which he did with a slight smile having flickered across his face. Jim did not see the smile or he might have misinterpreted its meaning. Paul was pleased to see the skirt being brushed down, it was so natural a thing for a woman to do that seeing it performed so naturally by Jim made it clear to him that he should think of him as her. Certainly her name would have to change, he would find it impossible to call her or think of her as a Jim!
Across the town in a well to do area, a husba
