Spreading out the warm comforter, arranging the pillows, of various sizes, out on the futon. On the end table, A platter sits, sliced fruit and cheese...a loaf of bread. The faint scent of cinnamon and spice emits from the lit candles in the room. Pouring a glass of iced tea, I sit in the corner of the couch, stretching out. Closing my eyes, taking it all in. The aroma, the warmth, the sounds, sighing lightly. At the sound on the bedroom door, my eyes snap open, waiting. As she enters, I gaze. I had my long hair all straightened, full make up and my skimpy sheer black thong on with black stockings and suspenders with a tight lycra dress which showed off my very girlish figure. This was finished off with a pair of killer heels which complemented my shapely, smooth legs. Dad wasn't due in for a while yet and mom was away on business. I put some music on and was enjoying being the real me for a while.I was dancing to my music and looking at myself in the mirror when dad came bursting. The problem is that the Duchess has a broken soul, and to deal with a person with a broken soul, Maria Elena is gonna have to seek guidance.’ Cecilia looked at Jason with a stunned expression. It had not occurred to either her or Kim that Maria Elena might benefit from talking to a member of the Clergy. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. She turned to the Colombian and translated what Jason had just told her. Maria Elena thought for a moment. ‘You mean…Jason thinks I should talk to someone from. “I don;t know about that,” Hanna said as she rubbed her foot up against my leg.Was she sending me a signal? Did she have the hots for me?“Whoa, that's my leg you know,” I said.“I know that. Maybe I felt like rubbing my foot on your leg, is that a crime? And honestly if you are here with me, you probably don't have anyone waiting on you either,” Hanna replied.“OK maybe I don't, but are you playing footsie with me?” I asked.“Yeah, pretend it bothers you, we're the only ones here. It's not like.