Carol placed her hand on his back once more, resting her fingers on the fastening of his training bra. This time he didn’t shy away. They shared a smile as she stroked his back a little before removing her hand. “Do you want a drink?” she asked, offering juice or a brew. She left him alone for a short while. He glanced around her room; a dressing table is littered with cosmetics and hair accessories. Ornaments and trinkets adorn her chests of drawers and shelves. There’s a row of books and CDs, the occasional doll which he presumes are childhood leftovers. In the corner by her wardrobe is a full length mirror and next to this, a row of maybe ten or twelve pairs of shoes. Carol returns with a mug of tea in each hand. Peter’s looking through her CD collection. “Anything you like?” she said as he perused the titles.