"Hello?" I said cautiously, though almost intuitively knowing who it was even as I answered."Good morning Richard. Have you got a moment? I'd like you...to meet someone." Ah sure Maggie," I said hesitantly. "When?"."Well, could you... come... now?" she asked. I heard a slight snicker in the background from the other woman's voice.For a brief moment I felt my face flush, wondering if indeed Maggie had put the intended, or unintended emphasis on the word when she paused before continuing."Sure. She sits up and slowly takes all the cuffs off. Stretching, she picks up the dirty towel and takes it with her to the bathroom, throwing it in the dirty clothes hamper, as she slides the shower door over, and joins her sexy love. The water is lukewarm, but still stings, on her sensitive breasts. I didnt go too hard on you, did I? She smiles, No, love, you were fine. It was hot, really. He smiles insecurely, as she picks up a loofah, and some sweet smelling soap, and starts to wash his body.. Jeanne didn't think it was perverted. I knew that. She told me that she differentiated between love and sex. She thought sex was fun. She believed that it was something to be freely enjoyed. While many people would agree that sex is fun, they would add the stipulation that it should only be enjoyed by a husband and wife. Jeanne had challenged that assertion. She'd dared to ask why that limitation had been imposed on her and then, failing to find a reasonable explanation, she'd chosen to act.. Alongside his words, Majgen also followed his actual memories of the events he described, they came to her through his emanations. ‘What’s so funny? I didn’t get to the punch-line yet?’ Firearon Loke asked when, for the fifth time in a row, Majgen’s sense of humour started bubbling too early in one of his tales. Majgen didn’t know how to reply without revealing how much she could sense from his emanations, but one of Loke’s own assumptions came to her rescue. ‘You knew of this incident from.