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legs that quickly.”
    “So you like the build up? You want respect?”
    “I want to be respected. Yes.”
    “Then what, chat, coffee and sex?”
    “Not on the first date!” Stacie answered, annoyed.
    “But why?” Angel fired back.
    “Don’t you think that’s desperate?”
    “Not necessarily. It depends who you are and what you’re
after. Some girls aren’t bothered about who they are with, it’s what’s inside
the trousers. Other girls, like yourself, prefer the build up. Also, it depends
on whether you’re just after a one-night stand or a relationship,” Angel said, leaning
back in the leather chair before continuing, “Now. Turn-on points, breasts or—”
    Stacie decided it was like going to the doctor with something
embarrassing. Best just to say it. “I
like my breasts to be caressed.”
    “Excellent. I need to make a few notes,” Angel started
to write on the clipboard. “When was the last time you masturbated?”
    Okay, now that
really was too much! This woman was just too
intrusive. Stacie stuck out a mutinous chin.
    “I need to know, Stacie, or I can’t properly help you.”
    Oh God! “Quite a while ago. I have completely lost interest.”
    “Because of your ex-husband?”
    “I guess so. In the beginning of our relationship it was
okay, but then once the ring went on my finger he changed. Out went the romance
and flowers. Along came the booze, drugs and violence. I guess I’ve forgotten
what love-making is.”
    “Sounds like he did an amazing job of messing you up.
He’s made you feel worthless and abused you mentally as well as physically. I
give you full credit for gathering the courage to come here and attempt to
regain what I call the joy of life. Love-making is the most amazing feeling
with the right person, and I promise you, we will help you.” Her brisk tone had gone, to be replaced by gentle
compassion that made her seem an altogether nicer person. “However, there is
one thing. You are here to be taught and not, and I repeat not, to fall in
love,” Angel said, sitting forward and looking Stacie directly in the eye.
    “I will match you with a tutor who will help to give you
confidence in both self-stimulation and also intercourse. He will not treat you
like dirt, but with respect. The tutors in this place are paid by sessions and
won’t do the romantic build-up that you like, but I will chat with your tutor
first, make him understand your feelings and relax your tension. He will treat
you well and he will care for you. I have seen women in your position fall in
love with their tutor, thinking he feels the same because he is caring. But
he’s just doing his job. And the women are inevitably disappointed.”
    Stacie found herself nodding. She could see how that
could happen.
    Angel continued more briskly. “Now, on a different note,
everyone likes different things sexually and what works for one person may not
work for another. If there is anything, and I mean anything, you are not happy
with please say and it will be stopped instantly. You’re not here to be unhappy
or feel as if you have to do anything. Your happiness and satisfaction is
paramount to us. Let Desires bring back your life, fun, love and enjoyment of
being who you are. It’s Stacie-time now.”
    Angel then reached in her top desk drawer. “Here is our
contract,” she said, pushing some papers across the desk toward Stacie. Stacie stood
up and moved forward to take them from her, glancing over the paper as Angel
continued speaking.
    “You’ll note the clause stating no emotional involvement
with your tutor or tutors. This is strictly forbidden. They are here to teach
you only. You sign here…” Angel said, pointing on the contract where to sign.
    Stacie skimmed the contract, sipping her wine, and then
sat back on the edge of the sofa.
    “The prices are listed on the second sheet. You can
decide whether to book a whole course in one go, or book individual sessions. There
is a discount for block