I expect your curiosity is as bad as mine but eventually, I had a chance to ask her why she thought the two females were from an agency specialising in women who kept men company. She recognised the signs, she said, as she had come from one herself when first meeting Sir Arthur.
Four years ago, she’d met Sir Arthur at one of these ‘parties’, where four people, unknown to each other, play various roles, mostly completely undressed or nearly n***d, it matters not. These sorts of ‘parties’ were, she said, supported by lashings of cocaine and booze with stronger h****n, or the like, if needed. The first ‘party’ had lasted all weekend and at the end of it, Sir Arthur had proclaimed his love for her.
“You know,” she said, “the kind of love that centres on— well, you know.” She was blushing.
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