Chapter Six
Thursday had finally arrived and my visit to see Lesley and to get some answers, so far at least, was still on. I half expected her to ring me just before work ended and cancel me again, but I got out of the office and away from my typing without getting a cancellation call. I would be turning up at her house now, never mind if she wanted me to or not. First I had to go home and change. What, diary, do you wear when visiting a strict Madam, with the intent of questioning her about her interests. What indeed?
The answer was simple; I was not going to be submissive and therefore I selected smart but powerful image projecting clothes. A trouser suit in dark grey, a pressed light blue blouse, black three-inch heeled shoes and my hair tied back. I liked the effect, businesswoman i
