What?

"What?" You say.

"What kind of thing turns you on." She asks.

"Ummmm. . . . . .I guess I like women who wear leather." You say going even redder.

"What like a dominatrix kind of way?" She asks leaning in clearly intrigued.

"No like leather skirts, boots and jackets not in a kinky whips and ball gags kinda way just general clothing, I guess I find that sexy." You say.

"Cool," She says, "Excuse me for one second." She takes her phone out and is clearly texting someone it isn't a long message. She leave her phone on the table. "Sorry about that, let's get all this cleared up." She says, she then takes the plates but knocks her phone so its turned and now facing you. She walks off to the sink to clear up. She then comes back and takes the knives and forks and the empty wine glass.

As she is over by the sink her phone beeps and lights up, you can help but look at it. There is a message from someone called 'Luna'.

'Luna' you think to yourself, 'oh right Luna Starr your neighbour'. The message says. 'Oh brilliant thanks for the info. x x x'

'Whats that all about .' You think to yourself again. Mrs Ivy heard the phone comes back over and looks at her phone and smiles. "John would you like to go and sit on the sofa and get more comfortable." She says.

"Um. . .. Okay." You say standing up, she leads you the the living room where there is a white leather sofa facing a giant TV. Sitting down, Ms Ivy smiles again. "I'll be right with you." She says then leaves and shuts the door. Sitting down you're sure you hear her go upstairs.

I am sitting there for what seems like ages. When I hear a noise.