Prologue
'I do have scruples,' I say.
'Show me.'
Mrs. Brown places a hand on the spot where my legs join up with the rest of my body and her eyes widen. 'Uuuhm,' she purrs. 'Twelve o'clock high.'
'Look,' I say. 'You're putting me in a very difficult position.'
'Not yet I'm not,' says the evil eyeful. 'Let's start off with a few straightforward positions and build up to the difficult ones later.'
'This is very unethical,' I say, watching my zip dip floorwards. 'I'm supposed to be getting something on you.'
'What a good idea,' purrs my client's wife. 'Why don't you start with your body?'