At the end of the day, I asked Ann to stay behind to talk to me for a few
minutes.  She thought I wanted to talk about her mid-day initiative.

"Well don't you think I had a good idea?" she asked.

"Ann, as always you know how to go to the heart of my fantasies, but there is one
thing."

"What's that?"

I decided to show Ann rather than tell her, to test the point.  I walked over to
where she was standing and placed my hand under her chin to tilt it up so that I
could kiss her.  We had never exchanged this form of intimacy and Ann was not
about to make it easy.  She turned her head slightly so that I kissed her cheek.

I knew then that I had to say what was on my mind, actually what I had only come
to realize that day.  "Ann it's not enough for you to find ways to entertain me,
to please me.  As great as that is there needs to be more."  The words were now
pouring out from me, uncensored by forethought.  "I care about you, I think about
you, you are in all senses my partner here and you are devoted to me but I want
this to be good for you too.  I want to know what you want, what you think, what
makes you feel good.  You are not merely an object for me, I want to hug you,
touch you, feel you and know you."

I was taken aback by the force of what I was saying.  I reached for Ann again. 
This time I felt her melt against me.  I sought her lips and as we kissed, as my
tongue met with hers, I tasted the salt of her tears.

That night we had dinner together.  Our intense lovemaking that evening  bound us
together in a way that our prior contacts had not. Our discussion was frank and,
for the first time, intimate.

"I hadn't planned to tell you how I felt Ann, it just poured out and I am glad it
did.  You have to know that you have become the single most important person in
my life and you had to know how I feel. And what you really had to know more than
anything else, is that I care about you."

"That means a lot to me, Bob--more than you probably realize. I don't know how
things between us will change.  It's too much for me to think  about now, but
there are some things I do know."

"What's that?"

"When I went to work for you, it was my mission to excite you, to try and figure
out what your fantasies are and to try and make them come true.  I had to try and
figure them out by seeing how you reacted to the different things I tried.  In a
sense that was my job. Whatever is happening between us, I don't want that to
change.  It pleases me now for different or maybe additional reasons to continue
to try and direct the tableaux which will capture your imagination and  surprise
you too. That won't change.  But knowing that you feel something about me, me and
not just my body, is going to make a difference."

"But, Bob," Ann continued "maybe some day we can talk about it and maybe some day
I'll understand it better but you have to know that turning you on, and even
turning on other people, is one of the things that I get off on too."

There was no mistaking the fact that evening that our relationship was changing. 
Later that night Ann returned with me to my apartment. In my bedroom, Ann seemed
eager to replay the afternoon's event.  I had something else in mind,  I wanted
to be giving too, so while not depriving Ann of the opportunity to bathe my
genitals again with her delightful mouth, I positioned myself to return the
favor.  Ann had a very clean and wholesome taste and I found a double reward as I
buried my face between her legs.  First,  making Ann respond to me made me feel
good, made me feel more equal in the relationship. The second benefit was that
concentrating on tasting and teasing Ann displaced the focus which would have
otherwise been on her activities on me and prolonged each of our pleasure.  When
we were done, Ann snuggled next to me.  She did have one more caution to express:
"Bob," she said "This aspect of our relationship must be kept to ourselves."  She
explained,"You cannot let any of the other girls in the office think that you
view me any differently than you view them. If it is going to work, you have to
deal with me in their presence, in sexual terms, as impersonally as you deal with
them."  I understood the wisdom in her statement.

Over the next weeks Ann took charge of planning our Tuesday and Thursday
sessions.  After the first few sessions Ann devised a little game.  As each of my
staff came into our playroom (we had put in a fold out couch and some other
comfortable chairs in a spare office) they would draw from a little bag either
one of two blue or red marbles.  The two who drew the red marbles were charged
with serving my needs that day; the two who drew the blue marbles were designated
to relate to each other if they  wished or engage in individual recreation.  Ann,
Maria and Allie were generally eager to make love to each other, Jodi did not
seem enthusiastic about sex with other women.  In fact the only times she would
participate in that type of activity was an adjunct to being in a threesome with
me.

Home Life and Retail Plans - February 1978

Shortly after the first of the year I moved to a  penthouse duplex condominium in
a new highrise that had opened on 71st Street just off Park Avenue.  Ann had
moved in to that apartment as well, taking one of the five bedrooms.  Ann had
become sort of a sexual confessor for me.  she constantly asked me how I liked
the various scenarios she had established for me.  She was well tapped in to my
voyeuristic penchant as I was to her exhibitionism.  I had acknowledged to her
that "fresh" opportunities were always welcome, if not needed and she promised to
keep me always presented with new opportunities.

Ann had assumed day-to-day responsibility for managing my household as well as my
business for me too.  We had two live in help who shared the responsibility for
cleaning, running household errands and cooking.  Clara and Sara were twin
sisters who were from Brazil. They had taken formal lessons in cooking and were
probably well overqualified for their position.  As usual it was Ann's generosity
with my salary and Ann's ability to sense kindred souls that had them working
with me.

Ann had trained them to act as butlers for me.  Each morning either Clara or Sara
would wake me, bringing into my room the morning papers, a  glass of freshly
squeezed juice, a roll or muffin and a mug of black coffee.  Being woken up each
morning by a beautiful, naked person helped to set a nice tone for the day. 
Whoever had wake-up duty would attend me in the shower or bath, help me get
dressed and,  from time to time, relieve a particular tension which may have
arisen.  About once every two weeks, Ann would share my bed. On the occasions
when Ann spent the night with me, she would have the benefits of Clara or Sara's
morning assistance; otherwise Ann's meals were prepared by Clara or Sara but the
twins had not other duties for her.

Ann discovered one problem I was having one morning when Clara showed up with
coffee for me and a pot of tea for Ann. Actually, I assumed it was Clara as I
could not distinguish between the two sisters.  Clara and Sara were each about
5'6" tall and 23 years old. They had  dark complexions, nicely rounded rears and
full breasts which they carried high on their chests.  I mentioned  my difficulty
distinguishing between Clara and Sara to Ann.

Ann had a solution for this problem.  She asked Clara to join her in the shower. 
Ann and Clara lingered in the steamy shower for about ten minutes.  Ann showed
Clara how Ann would carefully soap her pubic area and then, with a safety razor 
and a special handheld mirror, she would neatly shave herself so that below her
head, Ann was completely hairfree. Ann used a scissors to trim the excess of
Clara's pubic hair and then supervised Clara's use of the razor. Ann told Clara
that it was important to keep up with her shaving, as stubble was unpleasant for
her and her companion.  As things turned out, Clara was assiduous in her grooming
and I now had a distinctive way to tell Clara from Sara.

I was at my desk one Friday morning in late February when Ann came in with one of
the look that I had learned meant that she had something important she wanted to
discuss.

"Bob," Ann began.  "I have some ideas about that arcade project you are working
on."  Ann was referring to a development project I was working on for a series of
stores  that would be located on Northern Boulevard in Rosalyn, on Long Island. 
I was renovating a former bowling alley into what I hoped would be four, upscale
stores. Three of the stores were spoken for by new tenants.  One was yet to be
leased.  I had undertaken this project on my own, without outside investors.

"Really, what are they?"  I asked.

"I'd like it to be a surprise" Ann said.  "But I need the green- light from you,
which means you won't see what I'm doing till its done."

"I would also like to be a partner on this deal.  I want you to give me a 10%
interest in the project, but that is only if you like what I set up for you."

"You want a 10% interest?  But you get it only if I like what you do--O.K."  I
was in an agreeable mood.

Between February and June when the shops opened, Ann was very secretive about her
dealings with our contractor and she made the arrangements for the opening of the
stores without consultation with me, often meeting with my contractor on her own
and spending time at the site.  I kept myself out of the loop for several
reasons. First, I was ever increasingly coming to rely on Ann's business skills
which were formidable, and second, I was anxious to discover Ann's surprise.