And being splashed with holy water (Christians) or dusted with consecrated ash (Hindus) only serve to ruin whatever clothes I am wearing."Our temple p...iest, sir," she continued, her eyes reflecting the fear she felt. I could see that she was nervous and terrified and so I extended a tendril of assurance, not unlike the mental emanations that drew animal prey to me when I needed emergency sustenance, telling her to calm down and that she need not fear."Tell me more about this priest," I said. He also had his own plan and had wanted to take her from the community room back out to her car with her wearing absolutely nothing and had not asked anyone for something that she could wear! They having an idea of what he had in mind had not offered any either as he finally helped Catherine then up the stairs and out along the walkway in front of the apartments! Catherine had not resisted at all after being naked and abused for such a long time and was halfway along before she realized she. “Sure kid,” Nigella grinned at her.Essie went to the piano.“What’s going on?” he asked.“Me and Eddie showed her the piano. What notes to play. Mostly the white ones, but a couple she shouldn’t play, and a couple black ones she could. Basically C blues.” As she talked, she played, and Essie played notes too and giggled. “The little stinker snuck out at the after play party and watched us from the top of the stairs improvising and also Constance’s dance. She wanted to play like Eddie and dance. No need to ask what sort of day you’ve had. Have you eaten, do you need a drink?”“No thanks, lover. All I want is a shower and bed.”I took her hand and led her to the bedroom where I helped her off with her clothes and held her again. She was almost asleep in my arms. “Have your shower in the morning. Sleep now.”Gratefully, she slipped under the duvet and I got into bed the other side and held her head to my breast and stroked her hair silently and within seconds she was deep asleep. She makes.