In a day or two, Travis won’t be able to leave his house without someone taking a picture or following him to wherever he’s headed. I should have ...een more discreet.”“It isn’t your fault,” I said, as I patted her hand softly.“This isn’t really a public street,” Sarah offered. “It’s a private drive. The city and county don’t do the roadwork on it. We pay a Homeowner’s Association to handle that. I’ll have to make a call to Rachel tomorrow morning but I think he’s trespassing the moment he turns. I could see the hairs bristle on her thin delicate arms. I could also see the nipples of her beautiful young breasts protruding beneath the red silk. However, her face remained the same. Chin up, not as if she was facing me, but as someone who preferred to die with dignity, who knew better than to fear death or, maybe, wished for it. That just added to the layers of exoticity around her, to the temptation that was the girl in front of me."It means that, if I touch you, I'll feel you wet." I. "We, since we're being so open. Do you know who I masturbate to every once in a while"."You do? Even though you're married and stuff"."Sure, people masturbate their whole life. It's part of your sex life, with your partner and all alone by yourself." So you mean it's not bad, it's OK"."But OF COURSE it's OK, and no it's not bad at all, not a bit." So I'm listening, who do you do it to."But now she's interested and turns to me slightly and I know she's showing me her slit just enough to get me. A red velvet love seat and a stuffed chair occupied the center of the room. A flat screen television was mounted on the wall in front of the love seat and chair. The mahogany coffee table, two end tables and the writing desk and chair were a matched set. A large oil painting, a still life, hung on the wall above the desk. Next to the desk a set of French doors led to the balcony. The bellman carried Jeanne's bag into the bedroom. When he returned I noticed that he took a long look at Jeanne's.