"And now, do you remember how you felt when I touched you?"Her breath caught for a second. "Yes. It was... it was..." It was much, much better than th...t, Willie. Many times better than that. It was, and it always will be. Always. Whenever your bare sides are caressed, whenever your bare back is stroked... the feel of hands on your bare body... on your back and sides and tummy..." And my breasts!" she almost shrieked.I smiled. "And your breasts... and your nipples. And it will always be that. Even with clothes on."OK, stop staring at my arse and get to work."Whoops! She'd caught me there. "It's a very nice arse," I said in my defence. "Where do I start?" I know it's a nice arse. I've had it all my fucking life, so I know what it looks like. There. Break that junction." She pointed to where three lines in the sigil joined, careful not to touch the thing itself. "Only touch it with the iron; don't touch it yourself. And that goes double for my arse."I hadn't intended to touch the rock. "Anna, go upstairs, and wait for me in bed. Eddie, come with me."I was led, naked, down to the basement. A pair of handcuffs came from nowhere, and I was given a small towel from the laundry to 'sit' on right next to the furnace. The cuffs were on my wrists, behind my back, through a pole against the cement wall. Just before leaving me there, he leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I'm going up to fuck your wife, eddie, in your bed. I don't know if you'll be able to hear, but I'm hoping the. It seemed Audrey was more focused on tonight’s dinner than the lunch sitting in front of her. Samantha had coaxed precious little about Audrey’s boyfriend from the tight-lipped blonde, but it sounded like that was about to change. Sam listened to her to go back and forth with the mystery man as she stabbed her fruit salad and consumed it piece by delicious piece.“What do you mean you don’t know how to cook a chicken?!? It’s not hard!”Audrey was quiet for a few seconds as an annoyed voice.