The client arrives in a few moments.

Leaving her pouting on the couch, James walked upstairs, partly to remove Tara from his sight. The longer he looked at her, the smaller his resolve became to keep his hands off her. And the occassional luring looks and glances she was giving him was not much of a help.

Closing the door behind him, James splashed water on his face as he thought of all the possibilities that could open for him once the night was over. It was not just plain swinging anymore.

Just then, he heard a car pull up outside the house. Their client, he supposed. She had insisted upon her anonymity, and James gave in to her on that count. Now, he was pretty curious to find out how this unconventional transaction would go along.

Expectantly, the sound of the front door opening, and then closing could be heard, with a soft murmur of voices. James decided to go downstairs to meet their first client.