The next morning, the sexual tension is thick, and the quick glances and eye contact between me and him tells me this thing is not over. I go over it ...n my mind at work and have a hundred reasons why I shouldn't do this. I still can't break the thought from my head, wondering what he feels like, what his touch will feel like. That night at dinner, I watch as he and Jenny head downstairs to watch TV, and he gives me a knowing glance on his way downstairs, almost daring me to stop them. I try to. I placed my palms on her shoulders and began gently stroking them as I moved them slowly down her arms. She continued to watch the pictures on the screen. A picture of the actress looking voluptuous appeared on the screen. The picture had the actress wearing a sleveless zipped top and jeans. Being busty, the actress' breasts stood out prominently in that picture. I told her to look how beautiful the actress looked. I then told her that one day she too would look that beautiful. She looked back. I shrugged. "Boy, she didn't get married to you. She just gave you a little bit of Heaven. Enjoy it for what it is. Don't make it into something else." But it was for money," I protested.Uncle Jack laughed. "Those Bible teachings comin' back on you, huh?" I reddened a little knowing that he was right. "Mary Magdalene was a whore and the way Jesus hung with her I bet she was a damn fine one too. No wonder Jesus never married. He was getting plenty on the side." I felt my ears burning from the. If you tell me that you would have had a clever follow-up to that, than you are one lying sumbitch. ‘You’re going to have to elaborate… Claire.’ ‘I’m a… there’s not a very good word for it. Once, you would have called me a trained courtesan. Typically, clients would be charged by the day or month for my services. Your brother purchased them indefinitely.’ ‘A courtesan? Like one of those fruity fucks who used to wear the shoes with the roses on them and pantyhose?’ ‘No. A courtesan like the.