‘Christ alone knows what I look like now, I’m really sorry I got you out of bed, I was trying to take my boots off so I wouldn’t disturb you.’... ‘Ah well, best laid plans and all that. Listen, hold this flannel against your nose and tilt your head back while I go down to the kitchen for some ice and please for gods sake don’t pick any more fights while I’m gone.’ I accepted the cloth and sat down on the edge of the bath, trying to avoid looking in the mirror, that would only serve to depress me. " Jean’s stomach clenched and panic lumped in her throat. "Is there anything that I can do?" Now what am I to do with the Earth girl? I was expecting a high-profit gain with this contract." Matron Mary rubbed her temples. "Ah! This gives me a headache."Brick let her calm down for a minute. "There are lucrative alternatives for this house and for Miss Rene." Speak," demanded Matron Mary."It’ll take some negotiating, Ma’am." He took a deep breath and grinned his skeleton smile. "I can think of. I gently rub across and down your back and you feel the warm oil as I dribble it lightly down your spine, a small puddle forming in those cute little dimples near the small of your back. I cup the oil in my hands and begin a rhythmic glide up and across your shoulders and back down along your sides. I can feel the tension starting to ebb from your body as I increase the rhythm of my strokes…down to the tops of your panties – my fingers dancing lightly under the waist and I hear a slight moan. I went over to try to wake her, realistically, I was testing the boundaries. I put my hand on her leg, inner thigh. Smooth cool leg, and I shook her and called her name. She was completely gone. I did not see any harm playing a bit because it seems memory was one of the side effects here if she did wake. I pulled one leg opwn, and onto the floor so she was sitting open and exposed. She had matching red panties, and I could not help but shove my face in and take a good sniff. She smelled clean.