Diana had dreamed the Order as a girl. Smart, healthy, she'd been aflame since puberty with a longing to learn all she could about making love, believing it to be one of the nicest ways a human being could possibly spend time. She had written a fantasy in which there was a secret group of instructors in the erotic arts and gotten it published while she was in college, thinking it just a lark, using a pseudonym- Minx- and calling her main female character that.
She was greatly surprised when the check from the magazine- a welcome sight indeed- contained a slip of paper on which was typed a time, a date and an address. The address was in one of the town's average neighborhoods, but when she tried to learn more about who might live there she found that whoever it was had very little information made public on line.
An adventurous soul, she found herself unable to resist the temptation to answer what would seem to be a summons of some sort. She told herself that a sane woman would do no such thing, but as the date approached, she found that she was increasingly curious and excited. Going about her daily routine, she would find herself worrying the thought like a puppy with a chew bone: whatever was this all about?