" I'm sorry that Cindy quit because of me," I said, looking glum."You didn't make her quit. If she can't handle you living your life howyou want, then...it's probably better that she goes," Scott said. "We don'tneed that kind of negative energy."We quickly setup and were practicing like old times. I missed Cindy'sguitar, she really helped fill out our sound. Scott said not to worryabout the guitar; he said getting a replacement rhythm guitarist would beeasy, finding a permanent, free rehearsal. .. you love me." Completely. And to show you how much, go take a shower and meet me in the bedroom."I have never patronised massage parlours. That's not a boast or anything, just a fact. One or two of my girlfriends have tried their hands at massage, but this was something else. Naked from my shower, she had me lay on my face on the bed; equally naked, she straddled my legs and used scented oil – sandalwood in sweet almond oil – to smooth away tension I hadn't been aware of having until I was. The instant she approached me, I could actually HEAR the hush of conversations going silent around us while people turned to see what would happen.Quietly, Adrienne asked, "You went out with Allie Sanders last Friday?"I nodded. While not widespread knowledge, all of my inner crew of friends knew and we weren't working hard to keep it a secret or anything.Adrienne fidgeted and looked away for a second before turning back to me. "I've been observing her." For some reason, the way Adrienne said it. She then turned to Isetnofret and said, “I will see that your wig and clothes are cared for.”Isetnofret removed her wig and undressed, eager to bathe. One after another, hot stones from a fire outside were dropped into three jugs of water, warming it. Khepri carefully folded her clothing, and sent the other female servant to attend to their washing. Once nude, Khepri took Isetnofret’s hand and led her to the stone floor.The two women lifted one of the jugs, and carefully poured it over.