Chapter Eleven
Taming The Amazon
“Who did you say sent you?” Ellen asked for the second time. She was getting a bit annoyed with the seemingly intractable nature of the tall, nearly Amazonian, blonde woman who sat in the chair before her. They were in Ellen’s somewhat Spartan, but well furnished and modern home office in her West Side apartment and the woman, who had insisted on an interview, was not being as forthcoming as Ellen wanted or expected.
“A very close mutual friend,” the blond, who said her name, was Ingrid Holloway, repeated with a bit of annoyance in her voice and manner. “I won’t violate their privacy by telling you anymore.”
“Well,” said Ellen, “I don’t know really what to say. You said your friend told you that I have an interest in erotic activities for mature adults
