She’s a certified, card carrying Wicca. Runs a shop down in the French quarter, sells all kinds of great stuff. And she knows some wicked curses and...cures.’ Joke chuckled. ‘I’d be willing to give massage therapy a shot.’ He didn’t add that he could think of one part of his body he would love her to massage, it was already trying to come to life inside his pants. ‘Cool, I can practice my technique.’ She gave him a suspicious look. ‘Are you serious?’ He shrugged. ‘If it will get this leg of mine. "One of the maids led Jenny and Tony up the magnificent marble staircase.Tony had to lift his skirt a little to avoid catching his foot and hefound himself concentrating hard to avoid stumbling. They walked along awide high ceilinged corridor with huge windows looking out onto the parkspread out below. The maid stopped outside a heavy oak door and pulleddown on the shiny brass handle. "This is your room My Lady, his Lordshipis next door. You will be able to visit each other through. Then we'd have so much fun dressing up and shopping clothes and shoes and getting our hair and nails done together. Wouldn't that be nice, sweetheart? Mother and daughter. You'd be my sweet little girl and I'd teach you everything I know about looking and feeling pretty."Her roaming hands found my little nipples and began, ever so gently, to stimulate them. Then she placed her painted lips on mine and gave me a kiss -- first a delicate soft one and then hard passionate one. I was. His office was locked, the secretary said, and his car was not in its usual place outside the gym.By now Linda was lightheaded from her inexperience in drinking, and she tried again to rationalize away her fears. She had noticed a strange change in her new husband since that Sunday at the Teachers' Country Club but had tried to ignore it, hoping it would work itself out. First she had perhaps foolishly denied him her body that night because she had accused him of giving Grace Furness too much.