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88 THE PA LIFE AFTER MARRIAGE
(By request a continuation of story no6 which I suggest should be read first to give a deeper understanding)
Sarah Margaret Shmit known as Maggie; soon after changing her name to Sarah Goodwin wife of Peter, driver to Sir Edward Longfellow found the life of PA both interesting and on occasions stimulating, She had retained the job as PA on the understanding that she would still fulfil her duties, which included the odd sexual smoothing of the way with clients, and also occasionally for the lords enjoyment though nowadays when her boss occasionally enjoying the privilege of wielding his whip he did them the good manners of asking before the games began.
Strangely she had come to enjoy the pain scenario, she had tried it experimentally, her husband, Peter and the butler, Barnes, had been at the experiment and it had been the catalyst of the short but passionate affair that led to their marriage.
Twice this year they had enjoyed the dungeon and twice Peter had had a few days nursing his well used wife, but both times they had all, butler Barnes included had a wonderful evening.
It was therefore no surprise in August when Sir Edward called them to his office and haltingly explained that he had a favour to ask. A shudder ran through her and she licked her lips in anticipation of one of her special nights. She was wrong; he went on to explain that he was in the midst of a huge deal with a Japanese business man and the man was a real sadist that had requested the use of the Dungeon for a weekend, for a completion, surprisingly he would supply his own subject but expected Sir Edward to not only attend but to supply and enjoy a victim turn for turn over the weekend.
He said he could get a lady of the night at a huge price, but he wished to offer her the choice if she wanted to enjoy the weekend, he would prefer to pay her than some whore from town.
Peter asked if he could observe, to which Sir Edward answered that not only would he be expected to observe he needed him and Barnes to assist regardless.
He warned her that it would be a very long and painful weekend, the business man was a real sadist, and he could hardly refuse to go strike for strike.
He gave her till dinner that evening to decide, and they were soon in their flat to discuss the offer.
Peter ever the gent said “he was ok if that`s what she wanted” but that he would respect her decision if she didn’t want to go that far. She in turn saying “it would be a challenge,” and that “she was tempted but scared” and she was about to go on listing the fore and against when a knock came at the door. It was Barnes with their personal mail. He was invited in and offered tea which Peter poured, Maggie opened the official looking letter , read the closely typed pages then sat silent and perhaps a little stunned.
“Not bad news I hope” Barnes muttered,
She nodded, her face crumpled a tear falling as Peter reached out and hugged her to him, “what`s up babe?” he asked.
Barnes diplomatically rose to quietly leave, but she waved him back to his seat, and sniffed as she said “he was near part of the family anyway and it was her gyne results!”
She went on that she and Peter had has tests to see if they could still have a c***d and this, she held up the letter, confirmed that she would never have that chance, her works being beyond use.
Both men made sympathetic noises, and she smiled wearily then braced up and said that meant she didn’t have to take the pill anymore and could sleep with whoever she pleased risk free as long as Peter approved! That brought a grunt of satisfaction from Barnes who knew he was the occasional lucky soul and the comment from her husband that he “didn’t mind who as long as he knew about it and she never left.”
Since marriage they had had a pact that neither would have sex behind the others back, it being the accepted part of their duties sex would happen, not every day it is true but as soon as either could they told their partner, no lies, no deceit, in fact neither he, or she having a jealous bone in their makeup, they found that the details tended to increase the sexuality, and turned them both on like crazy so it had become a sexual ritual to recount the tales at bedtime.
The moment passed, they told Barnes of the coming event and explained the details and her dilemma as to whether to be the subject or not this time. He asked her if she wanted the pain, and she had to admit that it had become a need over the past year, not every day but just now and again she said, to spend time expectant of the pain then to surrender herself to be unable to refuse she needed to feel used, the cut of the leather, the slap of the cane.
Peter said he was “happy if that was what she wanted, but he hated to see her afterwards, and was ever fearful of it going too far.”
Maggie then said that “if she was used to death that would be OK as long as she didn’t have the choice and she knew it would be hard on him but it was as it was, she couldn’t help how she felt. It was her masochistic make up.” That was a conversation stopper if there ever was one, Barnes sat his jaw wide open, and Peter silently sat watching her, his face a mask.
She smiled, then explained that she had no desire to die, after all you can`t enjoy pain again if you’re dead, but that once in the zone, if whoever overdid the thing or got carried away that would be how it was, as she could do nothing to stop it and probably would enjoy the experience if only the once.
She then began to laugh and told them both to lighten up and to take her mind from these black thoughts.
Peter; looked at Barnes and as if by mutual consent they both took her hands and led her to the bedroom. The afternoon was one of gentle-sex, each taking her in turn, filling her with his own seed, and enjoying her body both knowing that she would be giving her body to Sir Edward for ‘his’ weekend.
The evening meal gong sounded, they each dressed, Maggie in a plain white dress, smooth and cool, together they walked to the dining room, taking their seats and waiting Sir Edward before the meal was served.
After the soup and the main course, while waiting for the desert, Sir Edward looked at her and asked the inevitable question, to the surprise of her two men she did not say “yes” immediately.
Instead she asked if he had any idea what was involved, which as he began to reply was interrupted by a maid with the desert trolley.
They made a selection and the maid retired, so Sir Edward began again to outline the scenario, the details having now arrived. It was to be a two day event, starting on Saturday the 5th of next month, ten long days away, the business Mr Sato man would supply a woman as would he, they were also to supply a man and a in our case a referee, he nodded at Barnes who quickly agreed to comply. The assistants will be responsible for securing the women, and moving them as required, at various points the assistants will be required to assist with whipping etc.
The referee will ensure time will be kept exactly and be responsible for hydrating the subjects he will call time at each session, meals will be taken here together though the subjects will not be taking a midday break and other than toileting will not be released
Day one is limited to whipping spanking and the like, and though painful will not be particularly hard though each woman will be expected to sleep with her opposite aggressor in the evening though returning to her own bed at 10 pm.
The maid returned with coffee, and as she left he continued that; Day two will be somewhat more pain-full, and after a civilised breakfast will begin sharp at 10 am, the aggressors swapping victims. Then a pause for lunch, before a final session till 4 pm which I am afraid this will be an extremely painful competition though there is a prize for the winning lady.
After the final bell, both ladies will be restored to health here, Barnes and Peter being responsible for that. I shall be going overseas with Mr Sato for that next three weeks to finalise the deal he told her the fee of £2000 a day would be in the victims account the day after the event.
Maggie spoke for the first time having sat in total silence as he explained the details.
She quietly said “I accept the challenge, but not for the fee though it will be most exceptable” she then asked if whenever he was away could they use his dungeon for themselves if they were able, to which he agreed readily and asked only that they don’t reveal its secrets to anyone, it was left as it was found and that they video any games for him to enjoy to which they happily agreed.
Coffee over, they each retired to their respective flats, Peter and Maggie, in a silent thoughtful mood.
Eight long days now passed everyone desperately trying to appear normal if only on the surface, nothing being said on the subject of the fated weekend. in Maggie`s belly butterflies buzzed, Peter had been more attentative and sex each night had been just that bit more close and sensuous.
Barnes appeared at her office on the morning of the Thursday, he said he was awaiting the arrival of the foreign lady, and would she like to meet her when she arrived. It took a moment to register but when the penny dropped, she smiled at Barnes and said that “yes she would be happy to meet her rival.” It was a stark reminder that her body was to be ravaged in just two days, strangely it sent a shudder of excitement through her that she didn’t realy understand.
An hour after Barnes introduced her to a surprisingly tall slim and exceptionally beautiful oriental lady, shimmering from head to toe in a silk body hugging dress that left little to imagination.
The vision bowed her head in a most endearing way and introduced herself as ‘Way lo’ saying she was here at the wish of Master Sato who wished to use her this weekend. Her simple honesty instantly endeared her to Maggie who shook her hand saying she was the other contestant and instantly there was a bond she could not explain.
Barnes ushered the lady away after a few moments to show her to her rooms and explain about the meal times and the like. His whole body language saying he was instantly attracted to the lovely lady.
At the meals Sir Edward, Barnes and Peter hung on ever word uttered by ‘Way lo’ and they teased from her as much of her story as she wished to share. Basically she was from Singapore; at 35 she was still single and a free spirit who just loved pain and made a living from her fetish.
Barnes took her under his wing whisking the lovely lady away after the meal, by offering her the hospitality of his fireside before his employer could snatch her away first.
It was a happy if tired Barnes who appeared at the breakfast table and a much closer oriental lady companion who sat smiling beside him. It was obvious to everyone present that Barnes had met his soul-mate, and there had been one of those once in a lifetime meetings that are so very rare.
At midday the dreaded Mr Sato appeared, a short cruel looking nattily dressed little man who oozed power and money.
He was driven by “his man” an individual of about 18 stone, who Maggie immediately nicknamed ‘odd job’ after the character from James Bond movies, his name starting with ‘Ooh’, being beyond all her attempts at pronouncing it!
Strangely Mr Sato thought that to be a great joke and the name stuck though there was no change to the facial features of the large driver inscrutable driver although his eyes smouldered resentment, which made Maggie shudder knowing the man`s role during the weekend.
At dinner that evening all candle lit and silver service waited on by Barnes, Peter and Odd job the talk was of practically anything but the coming weekends “entertainment” though Sir Edward did introduce Barnes as the impartial referee.
He emphasised ‘impartial’ to drop the hint to Barnes not to let on to Mr Sato about his new found love-life. Like ‘odd job’ Barnes face remained inscrutable and he nodded his acceptance of his position before serving the wine.
The meal over and the two main figures retired to talk business, the party broke up and Maggie found herself alone with ‘Way lo’, she asked if the girl was frightened, and was gratified to find she was and that they both had worries, butterflies and deep seated fears as well as arousal about the next day`s adventures.
They kissed; a long tender kiss of understanding and friendship then in silence they each went their own ways, there being nothing else to say they knew it would be a sleepless night for them all.

Saturday morning and the long dark night of fitful dozing slid away as dawn broke; the birds sang their chorus heralding yet another day, and Maggie`s mood was of a quiet acceptance of the pain to come inevitable as night follows day. Peter said little; it had all by now been said.
She then laid the bed ready with fresh sheets; placed on the nightstand pain sprays and creams and the preparations for her return completed
She wallowed in a hot bath hoping to soak away her fears but then realised it would soften and tenderise her skin so she didn’t stay for longer than was necessary, she pinned up her hair then toileted herself, before finally standing passively while Peter dressed her in matching ivory knickers and a matching platform bra, flat shoes and finally a simple white dress that followed the contours of her shapely body like a second skin. Just before nine they kissed, and still without a word quietly walked down to the dining room.
A maid was serving the breakfast; Sir Edward and Mr Sato were mopping up a full English breakfast and ‘odd job,’ too was shovelling down his meal, they took their places, just as ‘Way lo’ a splash of bright colour, dressed in a gaudy yellow silk figure hugging dress arrived though her face was pale and drawn, her black hair in a sensible bun up and clear of her back. Like Maggie she ordered just toast and juice, Peter going for a more substantial meal. Other than the silent nods of greeting not a word was said, until each of them had completed the meal.
Barnes then checked his watch nodded to Sir Edward and together the three men set off for the private lift to the dungeon.
The remaining four were soon stood waiting the return of the lift as they did partly to keep minds occupied both ladies were garbed in wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs a collar and a lead by their respective escorts both women now pale and showing signs of real nerves, Odd job and Peter patiently waiting saying nothing as the doors slid open to the empty car.
The entered the lift and it began its silent decent Maggie raised her hand and touched ‘Way lo’s` and together the stood united until the doors opened hand in silent hand.
They stepped out into a fully equipped dungeon under full but low lighting,
‘Way lo’ looked about, eyes wide, it being her first view of the place, swiftly noting the lifting gear, the bondage kit, the whipping horse and the pillory but lastly the racks of whips, chains and the like, Maggie however stood, a little defiant perhaps but quietly awaiting her fate.
Two black clad figures appeared Sir Edward and Mr Sato, both dressed in flowing robes and hoods, both menacing and intimidating.
Barnes appeared like magic and called their attention with a large brass bell.
His voice echoing round the chamber he said. “I am the adjudicator in this competition, and before we start here are the rules and the scenarios.”
“The competition today will begin with spanking and whipping to tenderise the flesh and simply for our sponsors amusement it will begin at 1030am halt for dinner at 12 and restart at 2pm closing at 3pm sharp it will be divided in ten minutes sessions four to an hour each subject alternately being used. Each pair of sessions will use the same implement.”
“Implements will be chosen by the subjects by pulling a numbered ball from my bag, before each session begins, there are just ten items, a coin deciding who goes first each hour. Though the two sponsors will be the main operators the sides-men may be allowed to operate in their steed from time to time. Clothing will be removed one item at each session. Apposing strikers will operate during the last hour, only.”
This evening partners will be swapped but at 10 pm both contestants will return to their own beds
“Are there any questions?” this last question greeted in silence all round he clanged the bell and called loudly “let the games begin!”
He approached the ladies and had ‘Way lo’ as the ‘visiting team’ select the coin, and call, “heads” , she said in a clear tone the coin glittered in the lights and did indeed fall heads on the wooden floor, he allowed her to pick “first or second?” she took second.
Next came the bag of numbered balls, Maggie first, told to pick two she dipped her hand in and withdrew two of the little things, a 7 and a 5, ‘Way lo’ picked next a 1 and then a 4
All eyes turned to the large numbered board hung with the master`s collection of implements that hurt.
Barnes collected the items as each number was called, 7 a strap, 5 a cane, 1 a cat of nine tails, and finally 4, a looped electrical flex placing them in order on a table at the side but in full view of all.
“We begin with a hand spanking, secure the first lady!”
Peter tugged on Maggie`s lead and had her d**** herself over the whipping bench, he then took her hands and held her tight as the bell sounded to begin.
Her rump in the tight confines of the smooth dress a perfect target, Sir Edward began with light slaps, through dress and knickers Maggie could hardly feel anything as slowly the tempo increased. If anything this was more pleasure than pain, and it left her gently warm at the end of the session.
The bell clanged, and the ladies changed, ‘Odd job’ hauling ‘Way lo’ to the table and holding her as if she was a sack of coal, there was no respect involved and the lady was soon stinging from the blows rained down by her master Mr Sato.
The bell clattered and the rough ‘Odd job’ hauled his charge up and back to the bench.
Barnes told the women to leave off both sets of shoes. Both complied noting the cold of the wooden floor, Peter hauling Maggie up and to the bench once again, as Sir Edward fetched the strap, about 2” wide and a yard long the strap was black leather and a supple as silk.
Maggie d****d herself over the padded bench her feet still on the floor, Barnes offered to have her secured but she refused preferring to hold her husband`s hands. The bell clanged and her arse soon warmed to twenty slow caresses of the stinging strap end, she was glad of the protection of the clothing once more, but this time the pain was beginning to penetrate.
At last the bell clanged, Peter`s hands white from her grip each stroke as if she had been passing her pain to him. She returned to the bench though chose to stand.
‘Way lo’ walked confidently to the stand, bent forward and her wrists were gripped by the hands of her man; Sato wrapped the strap round his hand and as the bell rang the strap descended. Twenty strokes fell, each marking the yellow dress which was causing the woman little protection. Maggie could tell the opposition was near to tears.
The bell caused some relief and like Maggie, ‘Way lo’ chose to stand.
Barnes told them each to remove the dresses, Maggie`s soon fell round her ankles, ‘Way lo’s` upwards over her head.
Each lady now in just her underclothing Maggie in ivory and ‘Way lo’ in black.
Sato eyed Maggie greedily and said “he looked forward to using her body that evening, as she was enchanting.” She thanked him for his compliment and Barnes again called her. This time she would be secured but to a st Andrews cross flat about 2 feet from the ground.
She took her lace face down, head hanging in the space between the two arms, straps to wrist s and heels.
Barnes called one stroke each minute only please, then the bell clanged again and a fierce single line of fire exploded into her world, the stripe throbbed, a minute is a long time when you know what is coming and are waiting for the pain, it seemed forever, when a second line of fire arrived, parallel to the first, reinforcing the line, Sir Edward was an expert each line neat, close and hard, 5,6,7, tears fell 8, 9, the last was just as the bell clattered she lay quietly crying as Peter removed the straps, helping her up and back to her place.
A white faced ‘Way lo’ took her place, as peter sprayed pain relief onto her now red striped cheeks. She watched fascinated as the cane did its work on the black knickers of the tall beauty, each stroke waited for with baited breath by everyone in the room.
The last fell and the bell signalled her release the now snivelling girl returned to her place. Barnes told them to remove the bras, Peter helped his wife, her breasts the nipples hard showed how aroused she had become, they watched as ‘Odd job’ almost tore the item from the tall beauty, her small but perfect nubs again giving her arousal away to the whole room.
Barnes explained that the next discipline would be on the lift, any part of the body was target from neck to feet, and that the drawing of blood was not to happen if it could be avoided.
Hesitantly Maggie was led to the lift, wrists attached and lifted to tip toe. As Peter removed her lead she felt stretched and very vulnerable, the cat was fetched and as the bell clattered the first flurry of nine little knots landed on her belly, wow they stung, again the tiny bee like stings, and again, Sir Edward was a master of this tool, flicks rather than full swipes, sharp stinging groups of tiny instant skin-pricks
Belly, back, hips, thighs, shoulders then finally the soft tissue of her breasts, her skin alive now like a swarm of bees had landed she knew she was being overtaken by her own lust. Her nipples screaming their pain as she hung groaning just short of a pain climax. She was so distracted she hadn’t heard the bell calling a halt, her eyes fixed on those of Sir Edward, she slowly opened her lovely legs, begging for the final stroke but he sadly shook his head, and motioned Peter to let her down.
On her lead again she took her place to watch, frustration boiling in her body like a caldron.
In a daze she saw the lovely ‘Way lo’ attached and lifted as she had been, Sir Edward stood close beside he, his hand on hers showing he understood how near she had been, whispering that “he would make that up to her soon he promised”
The bell clanged again, Sato not as good with the cat, struck at the lovely body, welts appeared much as before, spread over the whole body at first, but it soon became clear his real target was her breasts, slowly they turned a web of red stripes, like capillaries they engulfed the paler skin of the poor woman, it was agony to watch every soul in the room bar Sato and the indifferent ‘Odd job’ praying for that bell.
The clang rattled round the cavern, Sato stepped back his face a sadistic smile of satisfaction as ‘Way lo’ was let down and lead to her place sobbing uncontrollably.
Barnes brought the ladies water, in coloured bottles, at first sip they both instantly knew it was laced with fortifying brandy. Both nodded their thanks, it was a kind gesture.
“Last session before dinner” Barnes called, and then added “please gentlemen, gently does it we have afternoon and tomorrow to think off!”
He addressed the ladies, “if you`ve never had the flex before ladies, it is two single loops of common electrical flex it is vicious, it leaves marks and is extremely painful. For this you may choose where and how you are secured, thus where on your body it leaves it`s mark there will be just 10 strokes, 5 by the master and 5 by the sidesman untimed and no two in the same spot. Do not underestimate this tool.”
Maggie took the whipping bench, ‘Way lo’ chose the cross both wisely presenting their backs to the flex.
The sidesmen secured them both and they were offered gags, which both refused.
Maggie was first a single swipe across her rump, twin looped red lines appeared as if seared into her pale buttock, the stroke elicited a scream, the flex was handed on to Sato who chose to begin at the top of ‘Way lo`s’ back, her shoulders received the red lines, and she too screamed.
The flex passed to Peter, who though loath to mark his lady knew he needed to do this, so landed the lash across the small of her back, he used perhaps less force than the rest, the one lash only in each place rule meaning although this was painful it was not damaging as perhaps a full force lash would have been. She screamed anyway, as the lash was past to ‘Odd job’, he had no feelings for the woman, no cares, to him she was a whore, and he was just doing his job, the flex sizzled as it crossed her right thigh, instantly a livid red stripe appeared, the woman writhed in her bonds and screamed loudly as he passed on the flex indifferently to Sir Edward.
As if by mutual consent the men speeded things up, the screams became one continues heart rending band of sound echoing round the cavern first from one and then the second woman, loops of fire appeared on backs, legs, buttocks and shoulders. Tears fell, not like the cat this pain was terrible, non erotic, and just shear punishment. Neither woman was aware of the final cuts or of the men leaving for their meals, both were still secure and in the care of Barnes who ran cool water over the welts, spayed them with the numbing pain relief and supplied them with more of his `water.’ Slowly they returned to this world, and began to focus, he released them and they clung to one another sobbing, drawn together by the mutual pain.
Barnes produced a plate of thin ham sandwiches, neither had realy eaten, the brandy now taking its effect on their empty stomachs the nibbled on the tiny slivers of bread, they had two hours to compose themselves before the ordeal began again.
Maggie asked what tomorrow held, but Barnes refused to be drawn, preferring not to say, though he did hint they would need their strength, he said that at three the day was over down here and the sidesmen were to be given the chance to take their pleasure before the two ladies would be allowed to go and bathe away the pain. Sadly he was missing out today, but his turn would come he was sure. Both ladies smiled at that, ‘Way lo’ actually kissing him as she said it would be sure to happen.
After dinner together the two main men were to take their opposite numbers lady to bed. But both would be free at ten to return to their own beds.
Stiffly each lady in turn went to the tiny toilet and washroom; each in turn washed the sweat from her body, tidied herself and then toileted herself.
At 10 before 2pm they sat on the benches on cushions nervously awaiting the lift which arrived promptly at 2.


Sir Edward approached the pair, you each took the punishments of the morning well, so Mr Sato and I have decided to forgo the afternoon`s entertainment we are urgently needed at the plant anyway, however we are mindful of your needs, and of the other men around us thus till 3 this afternoon you Maggie will “entertain “Mr Sato`s driver and you ‘Way lo’ will look after mine. Barnes you will drive us to the plant. We will see you all at dinner. And with that he, Barnes and Sato swept off back into the lift.
The four sat somewhat awestruck for a second or two. Then Peter rose took ‘Way lo`s’ hand, smiled briefly at his wife and led the oriental beauty still naked bar her cuffs and collar, to the lift.
Maggie heard the lift leave and turned to her companion, his eyes glittered, and he grunted his own name then hissed “Odd job” at her, instantly she knew he was after revenge for his name change.
He took no time in rising to his feet and taking her lead, she found herself quickly d****d over the whipping bench again her hands secured, she saw his clothes thrown to one side and found herself presented with perhaps the biggest angriest tool she had met in a very long time. He presented it to her lips, and she had little option but to suck on the head for a while.
He began to smile then withdrew from her fetching the biggest nastiest paddle from the board. He showed it to her muttered again ‘Odd job’ and shuffled round behind her out of her sight.
She braced herself expecting her battered rump to receive more pain from this aggrieved man. Her fingers tightened on the legs of the bench, she felt his body between her spread legs, sizing up the most painful target no doubt.
Suddenly she felt the head of the huge cock sliding into her, he grunted and slid home deep into her guts, red hot the invader hurt for just a second or two before the joy took over, he was soon in the rhythm stroking deep into her receptive body, the inevitable climax mounting slowly but surely till she could no longer contain the huge burst of emotion that flooded her like a bursting dam, he grunted his chorus, his seed flooding her like a fire hose, huge spurts of the stuff her body filling like she had never been filled before.
Together they slumped on the bench he d****d over her like a blanket, his tool slowly slid from her and he released her from first his weight then the bench.
She stood he turned her to face him and kissed her deeply. Then began removing her cuffs quietly saying in his broken English that he thanked her, then surprised her saying ‘Odd job’ thanks you and cracking a smile, the first she had seen on his face since he arrived. He dressed then like young lovers they kissed as they rode the lift entwined as only lovers can back to the real world. He led her to the flat, bowed at her door, kissed her hand and just left her saying nothing more.

She was soon deep in a hot bath, soaking away the pain and welts of the day. Peter arrived, he looked elated, and began to ask about her afternoon, but she hushed him saying they should save both these stories till a night in the future. The weekend was not over yet to which he reluctantly agreed.
An hour passed she rose from the bath, he treated the welts, and the grid on her backside from the cane, wondering at the accuracy of the ten neat parallel lines.
He dressed her knowing full well that it was for Mr Sato he was readying her, she let down her hair, the tresses cascading over her shoulders she took time over her makeup, and finally the heels till she was a vision in shimmering blue.
At a few moments to 6 he dressed for dinner led this blue vision to the dining room. He led her to the empty chair beside Mr Sato in a sign of his subservience then took his usual place as ‘Odd job’ led in ‘Way lo’ dressed in a maroon silk kimono, hair in a bun face white from powder, he too seated her beside Sir Edward, then took his place with Peter.
The meal was served, six courses that would have not been out of place at the Savoy grill, it was fantastic.
After the meal the couples swept out, the three remaining men lingered over brandy and cigars then at ten sharp Peter and ‘Odd job’ collected the now dishevelled ladies from the respective lovers and took them to their own beds, the day was over. Tomorrow was another day they were too tired to worry much and were soon asleep.