"If I may say so, you are even lovelier than your photographs."Thank you, Mr. Becker." Aaron, please." Very well. Then I'm Denise and this is Kevin." ...leased to meet you both. Shall we order? I've been on the lake sailing all day and I'm starved." By all means."He motioned for the waiter who took their order."I hope you weren't offended that I insisted on meeting you before deciding on your proposal." Not at all. I have, of course, seen your picture many times, even watched you being. Nadia lifted her hands and leaned over, letting Wes pull her shirt over her head. Nadia sat up and grinned widely at Wes's "deer in the headlights" look, his eyes fixated on her bra-encased breasts. She had to laugh as his eyes nearly popped out of his head as she reached behind herself to undo the clasp of her bra. She let the straps slide off her shoulders, holding the cups to her breasts. Wes comically swallowed, but never took his eyes off her.Nadia gave Wes a sultry smile before letting. Ithad been several days since her last "session" in the torture chamber.At least she thought it had been several days. Her only way of marking thepassage of time in her underground prison was the delivery of her meals byGilbert or one of his scruffy helpers. No light from the outside world penetratedto her small cell. The electric lights in the cell and the passageway thatgave access to it were often turned off or dimmed for long periods. And those meals. If Gilbert only knew it! They were. "Joyce, are you sure you're interested in something like that?" she asked. "Your marriage seems pretty solid as it is." Well, my marriage is solid," I said. "But it could use a bit of spice, like you mentioned." How does your husband feel about that?" she asked."He loves me," I said. "If I come up with the right tactic, I'm sure I could get him to go along with it." Why don't you bring him to dinner at my house this weekend," she said. "Maybe I can help you broach the subject. That'll make it.