Chapter Nine
“I want you to have some different experiences,” Lady Deborah said, “to extend the range of your submission. You are to present yourself at this address at 6pm next Tuesday.”
She handed him a business card. It said “Russell Stoker” and gave an address in Kensington. Robert wondered if it was the man’s real name; there was something slightly suggestive about it. He tried not to speculate on what might be in store for him. It could be nice, it could be nasty; there was simply no telling with Lady D. Best to just turn up and see what happens. Accordingly he presented himself at the appointed time and was greeted at the door of a comfortable mansion flat by a man of about fifty, with greying hair, well-built, on the tall side, with a handsome, chiselled face. The man ushered him
