On entering the room she admired the man's physique, he was so powerful and strong yet supple and flexible; she crossed the floor to meet him.
Mrs Brown always wore a disguise when she met her three men, a different wig and a different name for each. The one she was meeting now thought she was a blonde named Lucy.
It was so liberating to be someone else, even for a short while and she had become addicted to the thrill of it. Besides her...